Dead Prez Enemy Lines Lyrics

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 speaking]

cuando yo llamo, como tu no me quieres escuchar

No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos, 

no tengo dinero. Estoy aqui jodio en la carcel metio!!!



[Outro: repeat 2X]

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