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    "Dead Man Walking" Lyrics

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    I don't remember my mama

    Dad sold crack all night

    My life was fucked from the jump street

    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 boy's 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

    Motherfuckin' boys, where's my bitch?

    She won't even accept my fuckin' phone calls

    Yo, they better not let me up out this motherfucka

    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

    Guilty, we the unfree

    Dead men walking

    Guilty, we the unfree

    Dead men walking

    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 motherfuckin' 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 gods 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

    Guilty, we the unfree

    Dead men walking

    Guilty, we the unfree

    Dead men walking
    This song was submitted on October 23rd, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Ernest T Cunningan, Tracy Lauren Marrow.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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