Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics by Dead Prez

Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics

    [conversations in a prison facility]

    [verse 1]
    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

    Hook:
    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?

    [verse 2]
    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

    Hook 2x

    (spanish speak)

    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
    (repeat)

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