Righ about now I think it's time you explained to everybody

the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck aight!



(Yo yo this Puff Daddy Number 1 6 double0 3 0 5 0 representin Davenport

the experimental prison y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life

1 18)



Verse 1: Treach



Too many of my people got time it shows as crime unfolds

Many snap in a trap now new minds explode

Learn the ability to find their goals

Locked in a facility where time is froze

God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt

They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work

So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome

Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown

Bars and cement instead of help for our people

Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel

Tryin to flee the trap of this nation

Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation

They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops

straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks

They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under

Serving most of my brothers another football number

Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies

saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese

Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom

Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep

reading

I'm here to explain the chain remain the same

maintain for the brothers and sisters locked



Chorus: The chain remains

*repeat x4*



(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back

the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)

(Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort

Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,

later)



Verse 2: Treach



Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled

we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled

We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent

hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct

Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped

made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted

How many more times of this humiliation?

How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in

this nation

that we supposed ta have since birth

but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first

And that's all they offer us

Ain't that right Mr Officer?



Chorus (x10)



(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin

Cleveland and Illtown)



Verse 3: Treach



Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?

While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it

I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn

pens

Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired

the days of the riots ain't retired

But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers

til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya

The chain remains til we uprise

Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive

and I hope this don't suit ya, some work

like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future

And that's when the cost is the man within

And we're just as lost as the land we in

Some balst, some based and some dropped down

and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round

And it's been happenin so much

that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now



Chorus (x5)



(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.

Get out in '96)

The chain remains (Peace then!)

(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now

I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin

is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers

who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we

definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)



Outro:



Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19

I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers

I was locked down wit in Borentown

Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller

My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden

and I'm out!!



PS> Flash,

Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private

e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend

Peace out,

MM