Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines lyrics

[conversations in a prison facility]<br><br>[verse 1]<br>Yo, little khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock<br>But prison ain't nothin but a private stock<br>And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release<br>She hate the police<br>But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her<br>Her father's a political prisoner, free fred<br>Son of a panther that the government shot dead<br>Back in 12-4-1969<br>4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine<br>Cuz fred hampton jr., looks just like him<br>Walks just like him, talks just like him<br>And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches<br>See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters<br>So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go<br>18 years because the 5-0 said so<br>They said he set a fire to a arab store<br>But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor<br><br>Hook:<br>Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates<br>Most of the youth never escape the jail fate<br>Super maximum camps will advance they game plan<br>To keep us in the hands of the man locked up<br><br>(hello? )<br>Collect call from ness<br>(where are you? )<br>Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you<br>(have you been alright? )<br>Yo, can you put some money in my commisary? <br><br>[verse 2]<br>Little kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12<br>Now he 25 locked up wit a l<br>They call him triple k, cuz he killed 3 niggas<br>Another ghetto child got turned into a killa<br>His pops was a vietnam veteran on heroin<br>Used like a pawn by these white north americans<br>Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy<br>Grandmama had to raise the baby<br>Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty<br>Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home<br>Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane<br>Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name<br>But y'all know how the game go<br>Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for<br>A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been<br>Never see the hood again<br><br>Hook 2x<br><br>(spanish speak)<br><br>You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison<br>Look how we livin<br>30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine<br>They put is in a box just like our life on the block<br>Behind enemy lines<br>(repeat)