Prison - X-Clan, Christian Scott

{Mumia Abu-Jamal]:

Slavery is back.

In fact it was never abolished.

The 13th Amendment to the US

Constitution abolished slavery.

Except in prison

At.

The current rate of incarceration.

By the year 2010 the majority of all

African American men between 18 and 40 will be in prison.

The State as their

captor

It’s gonna take people who are willing to fight

Not people who wanna negotiate with the enemy

Prison, prison, prison, prison

The pits of life contain men

Where reform and discipline unlabeled enslaved men

From rights of passage to stacking arraignments

To sporting the iron bars disgracing the pavements

It’s just like cavemen from the pages of myth

Cohabiting in darkness while we wallow in filth

Generations of jewels who trickle down to abyss

As blood stains these prisons like the pyramid glyphs

Guilty or innocent agents of government

Treat our hoods like pickin grounds (schools to tenements)

All sag in uniform as thugs they represent

Racial stereotypes a profile for the oppressed

When you witness genocide everyday you get the hint

That the ghettos are cold like a lab experiment

As young women and men street hustle before they’re ten

Graduating from juvenile halls then up the river to the

Prison, prison, prison, prison

(Christian Scott solo)

Fear and oppression plague generation next

The house of regret locks down our street vets

Regroup and repair we lost sight of our mission

With honor we ride for justice we must remain out the

Prison, prison, prison, prison

(Christian Scott solo)

We trade wisdom for greed, we trade light for wealth

Fools wait for lock down to find knowledge of self

I bang hard on the left I never fiend for cream

If you borrow you owe it, if you take it you know you’re goin to the prison

The penalty for criminal states

If you’re herb or bird man you’re steady runnin from jakes

I circle with street soldiers that build and plant stakes

Free the land from Babylon my skills educate

In these United Snakes cause there’s no debate

With these restrictions of law makes us communists of hate

New world of new focus the streets need to deal with new purpose

The eldership is lacking the cirus of guidance it’s deep

The prison state of mind will have you dead in the street yelling P.I.M.P

If you’re stressed fake playa cards to rest

Tell youths to stay in school research and manifest

Avoid

Slave ways from the whip to the gauge

From streets to the cage we stand judged cloak and dagger

Let twelve heads decide if you keep you’re street swagger

Or be between bars as this crazed world gets madder

Come and heed funkin' lesson wise dome the mad hatter

Rock an onk off my dome cause I deal with life matters

It’s straight genocide of my people and what’s sadder

We bake devil’s pie and put our heads in the batter

Prison, prison, prison, prison