Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Dead man walking

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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Dead man walking 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! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dead man walking: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/2876.html Все тексты песен: Body Count » Body Count - You`re Fuckin` With BC » Body Count - Shallow Graves » Body Count - Dr. k » Body Count - A Statistic » Body Count - Street Lobotomy » Body Count - Bring it to pain » Body Count - Necessary Evil » Body Count - You`re F**kin` With Bc » Body Count - Bring It To Pain » Body Count - Masters Of Revenge » Body Count - Strippers » Body Count - Masters of Revenge » Body Count - Drive By » Body Count - Surviving The Game » Body Count - Dead man walking » Body Count - My Way » Body Count - Necessary Evil » Body Count - Born Dead » Body Count - The Real Problem » Body Count - I Used To Love Her Рекомендуем скачать: » Хабарова Кира - Рыжая собака » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Не дано » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Всё в огонь /песня царевны/ » Хабарова Кира - Мальчик, синие глаза » Хвостенко Алексей - Прославление Олега Соханевича » Художник - Радиошторм » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Воскресение » Хромов Юра - ПОЛУНОЧНЫЙ ЭКСПРЕСС » Хеля - Найду » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Брат » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Курицин » Хромов Юра - ОСЕНЬ » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хабарова Кира - Кривые ножки » Хабарова Кира - Ваня » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беспризорник » Хабарова Кира - Снег сошел
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