Various Artists - No More Prisons lyrics

[Hurricane G] Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent So Hurricane G spit this, rip this Straight out the poorest congressional district The Bronx baby, sh** is crazy! I see my n***as get hara**ed daily 183rd you heard, got it locked But sh** is hot, we got choppers on the spot Watched off rooftops, from WAY up the block My n***as be like, "fu*k the cops!" And face the consequences Risk bein beat, k**ed, and arrested Sentenced, forced to live between wire fences It's a fu*kED UP AGENDA Whether cop a plea or surrender If you'se a three time drug offender You goin DOWN son For way less than a POUND son The government got no love, twenty-five thousand n***as In New York in jail for d** And three million in the streets is thugs What, the, fu*k?! [?] Aiyyo I drop gems sporadic, it ain't democratic My demographic, ain't tryin to feel no type of static But still can't escape from Jake From one-six-eight, to over the bridge, outta state It's hate, tryin to relate, the violation Annihilation, on all different type of nation Word life, it's like the third reich, you heard right Pulled me over on the turnpike, plus my birthright thwarted By the government supported Court ordered, good lawyer? I can't afford it Sound distorted, I don't be where the wealthy be So they got a cell for me and act unhealthily But I got somethin that they all should check N.Y.C., P.N.P., up on your set "Blowin down your motherf**in roof.." You watch us, we watch you You stop us, we stop you [G] You goin DOWN son! We watch you.. we stop you.. [G] DOWN son! For way less than a POUND son! [Hurricane G] sh**! Seven hundred million tax dollars a year To keep drug dealers in prison While the rapists and the k**ers is livin Deep in the streets chillin, sh** is real! n***as rape little girls for a thrill And the rest k** for a MEAL While fifty percent of women in prison, is on d**h row But that sh** is on the low, for murderin a spouse Or lover, abusive motherf**ers! It don't make no sense! Why, the women go down over self-defense And spend, seventeen hours a day In the cell, a.k.a., a living hell With low level standards, f**in ba*tardS Got me devestated and offended For wrongfully mistreatin females who pregnant Who can't exercise the rights of first amendment All my peoples stop pretendin And get yours to the endin! [?] Aiyyo, peep statistics, we official in the districts Sadistic, tryin to keep the black fist twisted Find the flaw, shinin scars behind iron bars Crime laws not designed to fight no kind of wars Let it sink in (they send you) straight to Sing-Sing (Doors are kicked in) kingpins flee to Kingston Life in exile, projectile for the reptile Cruel machines use human beings as a textile For the darkest race, there's no escape From the marketplace, no grace if you caught a case It interest me, how one of the most watched indices Of economic growth is prison industries If Gods ain't locked, no jobs for cops If blocks ain't hot, stock options drop From Boston to Brooklyn, my heads is gettin tooken I win when the crooks win (WE OUT) bring the hook in "Blowin down your motherf**in roof.." "Blowin down your motherf**in roof.." We stop you..