Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos , by - Sepultura. Release date: 03.03.2003
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos , by - Sepultura. Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos |
| I got a letter from the government |
| The other day |
| I opened and read it |
| It said they were suckers |
| They wanted me for their army or whatever |
| Picture me given' a damn I said never |
| Here is a land that never gave a damn |
| About a brother like me and myself |
| Because they never did |
| I wasn’t wit' it but just that very minute… |
| It occurred to me |
| The suckers had authority |
| Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell |
| How long has it been? |
| They got me sittin' in the state pen |
| I gotta get out — but that thought was thought before |
| I contemplated a plan on the cell floor |
| I’m not a fugitive on the run |
| But a brother like me begun — to be another one |
| Public enemy servin' time — they drew the line y’all |
| To criticize me some crime — never the less |
| They could not understand that I’m a Black man |
| And I could never be a veteran |
| On the strength, the situation’s unreal |
| I got a raw deal, so I’m goin' for the steel |
| They got me rottin' in the time that I’m servin' |
| Tellin' you what happened the same time they’re throwin' |
| 4 of us packed in a cell like slaves — oh well |
| The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell |
| You have to realize — what its a form of slavery |
| Organized under a swarm of devils |
| Straight up — word’em up on the level |
| The reasons are several, most of them federal |
| Here is my plan anyway and I say |
| I got gusto, but only some I can trust — yo |
| Some do a bid from 1 to 10 |
| And I never did, and plus I never been |
| I’m on a tier where no tears should ever fall |
| Cell block and locked — I never clock it y’all |
| 'Cause time and time again time |
| They got me servin' to those and to them |
| I’m not a citizen |
| But ever when I catch a C-O |
| Sleepin' on the job — my plan is on go-ahead |
| On the strength, I’m tell you the deal |
| I got nothin' to lose |
| 'Cause I’m goin' for the steel |
| You know I caught a C-O |
| Fallin' asleep on death row |
| I grabbed his gun — then he did what I said so |
| And everyman’s got served |
| Along with the time they served |
| Decency was deserved |
| To understand my demands |
| I gave a warnin' - I wanted the governor, y’all |
| And plus the warden to know |
| That I was innocent — |
| Because I’m militant |
| Posing a threat, you bet it’s fuckin' up the government |
| My plan said I had to get out and break north |
| Just like with Oliver’s neck |
| I had to get off — my boys had the feds in check |
| They couldn’t do nuthin' |
| We had a force to instigate a prison riot |
| This is what it takes for peace |
| So I just took the piece |
| Black for Black inside time to cut the leash |
| Freedom to get out — to the ghetto — no sell out |
| 6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out |
| But I’ll give 'em a chance, cause I’m civilized |
| As for the rest of the world, they can’t realize |
| A cell is hell — I’m a rebel so I rebel |
| Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal |
| Got a woman C-O to call me a copter |
| She tried to get away, and I popped her |
| Twice, right |
| Now who wanna get nice? |
| I had 6 C-Os, now it’s 5 to go |
| And I’m serious — call me delirious |
| But I’m still a captive |
| I gotta rap this |
| Time to break as time grows intense |
| I got the steel in my right hand |
| Now I’m lookin' for the fence |
| I ventured into the courtyard |
| Followed by 52 brothers |
| Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard |
| Goin' out with a bang |
| Ready to bang out |
| But power from the sky |
| And from the tower shots rang out |
| A high number of dose — yes |
| And some came close |
| Figure I trigger my steel |
| Stand and hold my post |
| This is what I mean — an anti-nigger machine |
| If I come out alive and then they won’t — come clean |
| And then I threw up my steel bullets — flew up |
| Blew up, who shot… |
| What, who, the bazooka was who |
| And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws |
| Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway |
| The joint broke, from the black smoke |
| Then they saw it was rougher than the average bluffer |
| 'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact |
| Now the chase is on tellin' you to c’mon |
| 53 brothers on the run, and we are gone |
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