Chain Wallet

Right about now I think it's time you explained to everybody
 The real reason you wear this chain around your neck tight
 Yo, yo this Puff Daddy number 1 6 double 0 3 0 5 0
 Representin' Davenport the experimental prison
 Y' kno' whut I'm sayin'? Representin' double I for life 1 18
 Too many of my people got time it shows as crime unfolds
 Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
 Learn the ability to find their goals
 Locked in a facility where time is froze
 God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
 They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
 So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
 Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
 Bars and cement instead of help for our people
 Jails ain't nothin' but the slave day sequel
 Tryin' to flee the trap of this nation
 Seein' penitentiary's the plan, ta plant the new plantation
 They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
 Straight to forgotten wit locks, plottin' to rottin' our stocks
 They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
 Serving most of my brothers another football number
 Judges look at our seeds, these brothers like enemies saying
 "We don't need G's" giving out years like free cheese
 Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom who's locked up?
 Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding?
 Keep reading, I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
 Maintain for the brothers and sisters locked
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 Prisoner 1 5 4 3 0 5 0 representin' Jersey all y'all niggas better back
 The fuck up, man, it's gettin' busy, yo this is Big Kym
 Comin' straight outta Compton, I'm locked up in Fort Dix, New Jersey
 Number 0 7 3 9 3 0 6 7 I, I be checkin' y'all out in 1997, later
 Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
 We're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
 We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
 Hit one more time, wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
 Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner
 Meant stripped made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
 How many more times of this humiliation?
 How many more bouts do we have to lose
 While we fight for our rights in this nation
 That we supposed ta have since birth
 But the breaks on the bricks get worse so it's jail first
 And that's all they offer us, ain't that right Mr. Officer?
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 This is Orion 15 4 31 0 5 0, up in Tennessee outta Fort Dix
 Representin' Cleveland and Ill town
 Some rob blocks does it matter or should it?
 While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it, I
 (Hang out and hustle wit my friends)
 'Til the end, 'til the day we burn pens
 Ain't no mystery we need victory
 The system conspired, the days of the riots ain't retired
 But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers
 'Til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
 The chain remains 'til we arise
 Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
 And I hope this don't suit ya, some work
 Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
 And that's when the cost is the man within
 And we're just as lost as the land we in
 Some blast, some based, some dropped down
 And most who sold it right now are locked down and rocked round
 And it's been happenin' so much
 That they make it so that it ain't even no shock now
 The chain remains
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 This is Lil' Steve 1 6 0 0 6 0 5 0, chillin' at Fort Dix
 Representin' 118 get out in '96
 (The chain remains)
 Peace then this is, aah Lil' Pers, aah 14 6 23 0 1 6 Washington DC
 Right now I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey outdated is 12/25/2003
 Way I'm thinkin' is, aah, it's on mad stuff
 And we all better do somethin' for the brothers
 Who is locked dizzown 'cos they locked down
 And I don't care if we definitely lock down the heat
 Do something, do somethin' bad, peace out
 Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1 11 7 19
 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to some of the brothers
 I was locked down wit in Borentown, Aleem Jones
 Kenneth Myall, Big Will, Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
 My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
 And I'm out