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Behind Enemy Lines

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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 deadBack 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 sistersSo 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 poorBehind 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?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 killaHis 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 babyJust 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 nameBut 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 againBehind 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 upBehind 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 upCuando yo llamo, como t no me quieres escuchar

No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos

No tengo dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel metoYou ain't 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 linesYou ain't 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

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