Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics

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Yo little khadejah pops is locked he wanna pop the lock

But prison ain't nothin' but a private stock

And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release she hate the police

But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her

Her father's a political prisoner free fred

Son of a panther that the government shot dead

Back in 12-4-1969 4 o'clock in the mornin it's terrible but it's fine

'cuz fred hampton jr. looks just like him

Walks just like him talks just like him

And it might be frightenin' the feds and the snitches

See him organize the gang brothers and sisters

So he had to be framed yo you know how the game go

18 years because the 5-0 said so

They said he set a fire to a arab store

But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines my niggas is cellmates

Most of the youth never escape the jail fate

Super maximum camps will advance they game plan

To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

(hello?)

Collect call from ness

(where are you?)

Yo shit is crazy boo i miss you

(have you been alright?)

Yo can you put some money in my commisary?

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Little kenny been smokin' lucy since he was 12

Now he 25 locked up wit a l

They call him triple k 'cuz he killed 3 niggas

Another ghetto child got turned into a killa

His pops was a vietnam veteran on heroin

Used like a pawn by these white north americans

Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy

Grandmama had to raise the baby

Just a young boy born to a life of poverty

Hustlin' robbery whatever brung the paper home

Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane

Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name

But y'all know how the game go

Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for

A young nigga headed for the pen coulda been shoulda been

Never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines my niggas is cellmates

Most of the youth never escape the jail fate

Super maximum camps will advance they game plan

To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Behind enemy lines my niggas is cellmates

Most of the youth never escape the jail fate

Super maximum camps will advance they game plan

To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Cuando yo llamo como tú no me quieres escuchar

No he visto mis hijos mi mujer no me mandan retratos

No tengo dinero estoy aquí jodío en la cárcel metío

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison

Look how we livin'

30000 niggas a day up in the bing standin' routine

They put is in a box just like our life on the block

Behind enemy lines

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison

Look how we livin'

30000 niggas a day up in the bing standin' routine

They put is in a box just like our life on the block

Behind enemy lines

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