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Dead Man Walking Lyrics

I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night.
My life was f*cked from the jumpstreet,
now this kite I write.
Never had half a f*ckin chance,
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullshit,
my defense was a joke!

[You go in a motherf*ckin courtroom,
with a f*ckin public defender - the public
defender works with the f*ckin D.A.!
Motherf*ckers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're f*cked, you're
f*cked!]

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 f*ckin 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 mother-
f*ckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't
even accept my f*ckin phone calls! Yo,
they better not let me up out this mother-
f*cka, you this shit's on, f*ck that word!]

I get visits from doctors,
analyzing the ill.
Families pray for my death now,
vengeance lays for the kill.

CHORUS

[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 motherf*cker. I
feel like bustin your motherf*ckin...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 mother-
f*ckin brains out. You motherf*ckers!
No, keep your motherf*ckin hands off!
f*ck 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 f*ck god's how I think!

[You can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the f*ck out of my cell. If that priest
comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
I'll break your f*ckin neck with my bare
hands, f*ck 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!

CHORUS

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Songwriter(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ernest T. Cunningan
Record Label(s): 1997 Virgin Records Limited
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