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    Текст песни Body Count - Dead man walking

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    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.
    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 god's 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!
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