Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Man Walking, artist - Body Count. Album song Violent Demise: The Last Days, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Dead Man Walking |
I don’t remember my mama |
Dad sold crack all night |
My life was fucked from the jumpstreet |
Now this kite I write |
Never had half a fuckin chance |
My whole trial I was broke |
Circumstantial that’s bullshit |
My defense was a joke! |
(You go in a motherfuckin courtroom |
With a fuckin public defender — the public |
Defender works with the fuckin D.A. |
Motherfuckers ain’t got no chance, you |
Ain’t got no money you’re fucked, you’re |
Fucked!) |
Now this cell is my residence |
My address is The Row |
24 hour lock down |
When they’ll kill me who knows? |
Guilty — we the unfree! |
Dead men walking |
Guilty — we the unfree! |
Dead men walking |
I’m a genius from books now |
Never read on the street |
Never lifted a fuckin weight |
Now my boys concrete |
Filed a hundred appeals or more |
No response from the state |
Get no phone calls or visits |
My mentality’s hate! |
(When I was on the street I had mother- |
Fuckin boys, where’s my bitch? |
She won’t |
Even accept my fuckin phone calls! |
Yo |
They better not let me up out this mother- |
Fucka, you this shit’s on, fuck that word!) |
I get visits from doctors |
Analyzing the ill |
Families pray for my death now |
Vengeance lays for the kill |
(Does the defendant have any final words |
He would like to say to the court? |
Yeah, I got somethin I’d like to say. |
Yo |
You, judge, you a racist motherfucker. |
I |
Feel like bustin your motherfuckin… no, let |
Me go… I'm gonna kill everyone one of you |
Jurors. |
If I ever get out of here, I’m |
Comin one by one and blow your mother- |
Fuckin brains out. |
You motherfuckers! |
No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! |
Fuck that!) |
So I think 'bout my past now |
My future holds only pain |
Involuntarily drugged by the state |
For years |
Now I know I’m insane |
When I’m moved shackled hands and feet |
My skin’s covered in ink |
I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times |
Now fuck god’s how I think! |
(You can save all that religious bullshit |
Stay the fuck out of my cell. |
If that priest |
Comes in my cell, I’m a bust him in the — |
I’ll break your fuckin neck with my bare |
Hands, fuck that.) |
So live your life to the fullest |
But remember don’t trip |
One mistake you’re my neighbor |
And there’s no one here rich! |