Oz Theme

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 aknot 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 lacednext 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 inthe 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 thepeople, 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 thefleshlight that keep the blackout)