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 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.



[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.

Involuntaril