Chain Remains Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody 

the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight! 

(Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport 

the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life 

1-18) 

Verse 1: Treach 

Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds 

Many snap in a trap now new minds explode 

Learn the ability to find their goals 

Locked in a facility where time is froze 

God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt 

They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work 

So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome 

Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown 

Bars and cement instead of help for our people 

Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel 

Tryin to flee the trap of this nation 

Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation 

They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops 

straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks 

They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under 

Serving most of my brothers another football number 

Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies 

saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese 

Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom 

Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep 

reading 

I'm here to explain the chain remain the same 

maintain for the brothers and sisters locked 

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Chorus: The chain remains 

*repeat x4* 

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back 

the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy) 

(Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort 

Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997, 

later) 

Verse 2: Treach 

Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled 

we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled 

We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent 

hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct 

Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped 

made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted 

How many more times of this humiliation? 

How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in 

this nation 

that we supposed ta have since birth 

but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first 

And that's all they offer us 

Ain't that right Mr Officer? 

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Chorus (x10) 

(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin 

Cleveland and Illtown) 

Verse 3: Treach 

Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it? 

While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it 

I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn 

pens 

Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired 

the days of the riots ain't retired 

But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers 

til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya 

The chain remains til we uprise 

Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive 

and I hope this don't suit ya, some work 

like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future 

And that's when the cost is the man within 

And we're just as lost as the land we in 

Some balst, some based and some dropped down 

and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round 

And it's been happenin so much 

that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now 

Chorus (x5) 

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118. 

Get out in '96) 

The chain remains (Peace then!) 

(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now 

I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin 

is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers 

who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we 

definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!) 

Outro: 

Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19 

I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers 

I was locked down wit in Borentown 

Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller 

My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden 

and I'm out! 

PS> Flash, 

Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private 

e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend 

Peace out, 

MM