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