featuring Junior Reid



[Wise Intelligent]



Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!

Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid

Ha ha

What!

Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter



[Junior Reid]



Thinking why

Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)

It was a dreadful day yeah

Babylon take me away why

Down to Riker's Island donde

This is what I see every day, oh yeah

Use razor cutters to cut matches in four

Cause I not sure to get no more

No no more

No no more



[Wise Intelligent]

Witness the days and be real

The days of boys and rappers

Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers

The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya

The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers

Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed

I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid

You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way

You're guaranteed to murder something today

From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin

You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting

But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and

Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance



[Junior Reid]



Take me from my wonderful home, oh

Carry me to here in Rome, no

Someone's smart will use one comb

Mine'll make a knife

About to get fleas and lice

Tonight

The man who smoke and bruise lose

They'll always have a next men to use

Peep the gangsta man, why-oy

Of this operation, why-oy

Brutalization, why-oy

Love to the nation, why-oy



[Wise Intelligent]



True

That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles

Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles

By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled

Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer

Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying

You can receive any drugs that you want to try and

The only difference between the streets and prison living

Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women

And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route

I've been here two years, one week and I want out

When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts

I fail to see a correctional facility



[Junior Reid]



It was a dreadful day

Eradication take me away

Take me to a penitentiary

This is what I see every day, oh yeah

Use razor cutters to cut matches in four

Cause me not sure to get no more

No no more why-oy

No no more yeah

Ten men smoke once leave dayy

Don't mean we on stage eight

Look me eye no red

Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead

Poor Righetous Teacher

And Junior Reid sensei

We wanna see the sun rise

In the land of the rising sun



It was a dreadful day

Babylon take me away

Down to Riker's Island donde

This is what I see every day, oh yeah

This is what I see every day

This is what I see every day



Life in a jailhouse, life so rough

Life in a jailhouse so tough

So rough