The Felice Brothers - Rockefeller Druglaw Blues lyrics

The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven, but I'm going to Attica Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habit I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in I tried to keep my job at the dollar store Found out my mom was sick and a dollar wasn't enough no more I promise you Mama, I'm gonna get you them pills I got me a box of bags and a baker's scale Fifteen grams of h**n An ounce of speed Fifteen years to life Rockefeller, that's a long old time My brother was shot down on Warren Street a year ago tonight Can't you see the medics with his body in the siren light I promise you brother, I'm gonna be a good dad Gonna give our children something like we never had Fifteen grams of h**n An ounce of speed Fifteen years to life Rockefeller, that's a long old time Twenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard Twenty needle-marks in the arms of God Five hundred picketers this morning on the governor's lawn Fifty white stars, my Darling, in the milky dawn Fifteen grams of h**n An ounce of speed Fifteen years to life Rockefeller, that's a long old time