Behind Enemy Lines-Dead Prez

[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 bullsh*t. 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 n*ggas 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, sh*t 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 n*ggas [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 n*gga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been [02:08.954]Never see the hood again [02:10.443]Behind enemy lines, my n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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)