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Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days
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Violent Demise: The Last Days

(1997)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresRap Metal, Alternative Metal
LabelsVirgin Records
Album rating :  65 / 100
Votes :  1
11. Dead Man Walking (4:50)
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 mother-
Fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't
Even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo
They better not let me up out this mother-
Fucka, 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

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 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 mother-
Fuckin 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!

CHORUS
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