Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics - Let's Get Free - Dead Prez

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 

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? 

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 

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 

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 

Cuando yo llamo, como t no me quieres escuchar 

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

No tengo dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel meto 

You ain't 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 

You ain't 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