Behind Enemy Lines - Dead Prez.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Lavonne Alford/Khnum M. Ibomu
[00:00.385] 作曲 : Lavonne Alford/Khnum M. Ibomu
[00:00.771]Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
[00:08.164]Get those feet off the table
[00:09.679]What do you think this is, home?
[00:12.030](This is bullshit. Yo son, let me get a cigarette)
[00:13.754](I'mma go... back to my cell and read)
[00:18.482]That's it—five more minutes and that's it
[00:21.538]Back to work fellas, back to work!
[00:27.390]Yo, lil' Kadeija pops his locks, he wanna pop the lock
[00:31.256]But prison ain't nothin' but a private stock
[00:33.555]And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release, she hate the police
[00:36.350]But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
[00:38.753]Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
[00:41.365]Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
[00:43.951]Back in 12/4, 1969
[00:46.198]Four o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine 'cause
[00:49.176]Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him
[00:51.684]Walks just like him, talks just like him
[00:54.113]And it might be frightenin' the Feds and the snitches
[00:56.647]To see him organize the gang brothers and sisters
[00:59.207]So he had to be framed, yo, you know how the game go
[01:01.976]Eighteen years because the five-o said so
[01:04.431]They said he set a fire to a a-rab store
[01:06.652]But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
[01:09.316]Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
[01:11.955]Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
[01:14.410]Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
[01:16.944]To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
[01:19.530](Hello?) Collect call from Nes
[01:21.960](How are you?) You know, shit is crazy Boo
[01:24.781](Have you been alright?) You know I miss you
[01:26.583](I feel lonely, lonely, lonely) Yo woman…
[01:27.524]Can you put some money in my commissary?
[01:29.718]Lord can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve
[01:32.539]Now he's 25 locked up with a L
[01:34.969]They call him triple K cause he killed three niggas
[01:37.581]Another ghetto child got turned into a killer
[01:40.115]His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
[01:42.936]Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
[01:45.522]Momma couldn't handle the stress and went crazy
[01:48.265]Grandmamma had to raise the baby
[01:50.381]Just a young boy born to a life of poverty
[01:52.915]Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the paper home
[01:55.840]Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
[01:58.400]Tattoes all over his chest, so you can know his name
[02:00.934]But y'all know how the game go
[02:02.920]D's kicked in the front door and guess who they came fo'?
[02:06.107]A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
[02:08.954]Never see the hood again
[02:10.443]Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
[02:13.264]Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
[02:15.798]Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
[02:18.332]To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
[02:20.813]Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
[02:23.373]Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
[02:25.960]Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
[02:28.493]To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
[02:42.234]You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
[02:44.402]Look how we livin', thirty thousand niggas a day
[02:46.910]Up in the bing, standard routine
[02:48.895]They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
[02:51.481](Behind enemy lines)
[02:52.526]You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
[02:54.538]Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggas a day
[02:57.124]Up in the bing, standard routine
[02:59.031]They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
[03:01.773](behind enemy lines)