behind enemy lines

dead prez

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

collect call from ness

yo shit is crazy boo

i miss you

yo

can you put some money in my commisary?

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

you aint gotta be locked up to be in prison

look how we livin

30

000 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