| I don’t remember my mama
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| Dad sold crack all night
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| My life was fucked from the jumpstreet
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| Now this kite I write
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| Never had half a fuckin chance
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| My whole trial I was broke
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| Circumstantial that’s bullshit
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| My defense was a joke!
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| (You go in a motherfuckin courtroom
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| With a fuckin public defender — the public
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| Defender works with the fuckin D.A.
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| Motherfuckers ain’t got no chance, you
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| Ain’t got no money you’re fucked, you’re
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| Fucked!)
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| Now this cell is my residence
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| My address is The Row
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| 24 hour lock down
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| When they’ll kill me who knows?
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| Guilty — we the unfree!
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| Dead men walking
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| Guilty — we the unfree!
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| Dead men walking
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| I’m a genius from books now
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| Never read on the street
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| Never lifted a fuckin weight
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| Now my boys concrete
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| Filed a hundred appeals or more
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| No response from the state
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| Get no phone calls or visits
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| My mentality’s hate!
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| (When I was on the street I had mother-
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| Fuckin boys, where’s my bitch? |
| She won’t
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| Even accept my fuckin phone calls! |
| Yo
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| They better not let me up out this mother-
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| Fucka, you this shit’s on, fuck that word!)
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| I get visits from doctors
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| Analyzing the ill
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| Families pray for my death now
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| Vengeance lays for the kill
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| (Does the defendant have any final words
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| He would like to say to the court?
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| Yeah, I got somethin I’d like to say. |
| Yo
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| You, judge, you a racist motherfucker. |
| I
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| Feel like bustin your motherfuckin… no, let
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| Me go… I'm gonna kill everyone one of you
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| Jurors. |
| If I ever get out of here, I’m
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| Comin one by one and blow your mother-
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| Fuckin brains out. |
| You motherfuckers!
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| No, keep your motherfuckin hands off!
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| Fuck that!)
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| So I think 'bout my past now
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| My future holds only pain
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| Involuntarily drugged by the state
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| For years
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| Now I know I’m insane
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| When I’m moved shackled hands and feet
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| My skin’s covered in ink
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| I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times
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| Now fuck god’s how I think!
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| (You can save all that religious bullshit
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| Stay the fuck out of my cell. |
| If that priest
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| Comes in my cell, I’m a bust him in the —
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| I’ll break your fuckin neck with my bare
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| Hands, fuck that.)
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| So live your life to the fullest
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| But remember don’t trip
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| One mistake you’re my neighbor
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| And there’s no one here rich! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Man Walking , by - Body Count. Song from the album Violent Demise: The Last Days, in the genre Ню-метал