Behind Enemy Lines

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
 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 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
 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
 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
 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
 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