For all my people who got somebody locked down right now
Ya fuck it! This is for everybody locked down right now
Fuck it... Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G. Rap

From the street blocks to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with anox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch
Prision guards deep on the watch
Fifth stare people'll drop
If it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even through they not speaking a lot
The plot ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tiede from your feet to the top
You caught in the hall
Make blood skeet with a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot
Just a long game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot
The shit'll make you weeping your coat
Mayors get messy y'dl nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all
Stitch from neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled
Nothing sexy at all
The life destiy wall, hope the Lord bless when He call
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in a core
Heavier they come heavier from nigga to whore
Be a predator, a dead in the morgue, a spread in the log

In the prision, industrial complex
You got taxes, politics, job, death
Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the projects

What do it take, vandal try to scape
I got a home made shank, wrap the handle with tape
Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Nigga in my clique stick dick to your ass
So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past
Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got jail house wine in the stash
Every time the café serves wine you I tell I pass
Do like Beecher did to Schillinger and shit on your ass
You the feature when I'm kiling ya hit on your ass
Supreme Allah said we got time to kill
So when it's time to kill we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards when it's time to build
And time is hard got to use my wills
See shit has changed ever since they killed Adebisi
You never know niggas might try grease me

Welcome to the prision
industrial complex
You got taxes, politics, job, death
Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the projects

The image the project is still God
Time to reflect but the reflection is hard
Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seen like everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death rape threats and place bets on who getting laced next
Forver faceless never waste breathe
Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your body and your mind could bust out
Police don't sweep to get the dust out, they want your name in the system
My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up
To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up
Please, the war on drug is really war on the youth, war on the people, war on the truth
The vioent crimes rise
The silence dies as sirens cry through the night
People fight for what's left and not what's right

In the prision
industrial complex
You got taxes, politics, job, death
Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the projects

Word is bond

(Darkness... for 3 days straigh only darkness
Think about it.
Sitting in house for 3 days. No lights, no TVs, nothing but the fleshlight that keep the blackout)