mind with no past Blends all days into eternal light A sick face A sick mind A shadow of tomorrow Maybe it's me A prisoner with a shavel head A prisoner
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Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
every street that we walk down Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging
and threatenin' to blow his top When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny
bustin my gat And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that 'cause once they fire, my niggas shoot back And straight up on some real shit, I'm a lyrical
Philosophers plot to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas, children who won't talk at all Profits fall Chalk on walls Years spent on prison
threatin' to blow his top When an off duty cop snuck up on him on from behind Out in front of the club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
skin And you're dragged away by the hair It's a kick in the head and a prison bed And you tell me it's the law Well Davey's out on two weeks bail And
man's supposed to do When the joy is gone Gone away from you Ain't no hammer, ain't no rock Can break the lock on these chains Chains of love I drag
lot, I need you so bad) Dragon days I need to be saved I'm missin' you (And the days drag on and on) Drag on, drag on, yeah
couldn't tie his shoe-laces together? He's had the last laugh but the joke's on him He could've had a final bang but drags on with a whimper When
All victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads To skin irritations, babies being born with Disfigurations, experimentations On
lied I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride Screamin' on a record how you wish I died But you don't wanna see me on this physical side You
Police sirens break the air They're on their way Riots break out on the streets Someone's got to pay Why has it got to this They wonder why Why can't
highball how to talk He could even right is name dragging round a piece of chalk I said whenever I get out Jimmy Dean is bound to call On his television
're never gonna get me I'm like a bullet through a flock of doves To wage this war against your faith in me Your life Will never be the same On your
real reason you wear this chain around your neck tight Yo, yo this Puff Daddy number 1 6 double 0 3 0 5 0 Representin' Davenport the experimental prison
