The Real Deal
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This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064 VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership low Now we're gonna give you the real deal I wake up every morning in the face of a cop Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* ) So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid Modernized slavery, straight to the genocide Cause see, some punk locked up to get beat down Raped down, till his booty is broke down Without a sound, the way he was found Was in a night gown and his booty was bloody bound Mortified, of AIDS he died I seen a brother do a suicide because his mother died Lost all his pride, and couldn't run and hide To be horrified, can you even visualize Locked and stocked, no boots to knock With every female cop cold sweatin' my jock But as soon as you push up, they put you in lock-up It's like a set-up, and jimmy is fed up This is the real deal Since '75 or 1990 Lifers Group's always been behind me Doin' this time is hard on my mind I'm cryin' wasted tears for doin' these years So man in the blue, what must I do? Put me behind the bars for breakin' two laws When I came to prison, I was scared as hell A brother came to me, said I looked very swell He said I remind him of a fag he sold For a pack of cigarettes and a Tootsie Roll My heart was poundin', my blood was cold But bein a fag wasn't in my soul I dropped my lock in a sock Beat the fucker down the cell block Five C.O.s to me to the hole One said, "Knowledge born (we're in control)" It's the real deal, sucker (Now they got me in a cell) (Go to Rahway Prison) (Five-o said, "Freeze!") Bein' incarcerated isn't no joke The strong survive and the weak get broke Just like a bone if they can't hold their own And stand strong, they won't last long In jail because a cell is hell The system smells and the food tastes stale So don't be dumb and come, muthafuck crime 'Cause once you cross that line, you're gonna do some time Until they give you a date But till then, you belong to the state Countin' the days Many ways that my mind has phased I's just a haze of black, to be exact It's hard to keep track Life and death go together forever and ever I got a letter of refuse Parole board said I ain't paid my dues I got the blues Still, this is the real deal Oof, ( ? ) spoke on the truth A nap in the penitentiary, for half a century Look through the bars, see the muscles in big shirts Give you a week, and you be wearin' a wig, jerk Thought he was funny, well, chuckle while your knees buckle Suddenly the woman inside of you unfolds Hmm, somebody played with your butt hole Queer of the year, give them gear, you hear Plus some new shoes, cause brother, it's bad news If you try to play rough, dude And watch him fess y'all When he step in the mess hall Grab a seat to eat, oops you got beat Cause it's a hard life without no sharp knife You gotta have might to fight just to live your life want to relax, but they say, "Nah, gee" 'Cause on your spare time you'll be doin' laundry Cause this is the real deal (Now they got me in a cell) (Go to Rahway Prison) (Five-o said, "Freeze!") (We ain't no muthafuckas to be proud of we have sold the f*ck out) Six in the morning, all I hear is a bell I thought it was a dream, but no, I'm in jail Committed a crime and boy, did I fail 21-7 they got me locked in a cell Prisoner, convict, I will destroy ya Notorious bank robber, I'm comin' for ya The bad, the evil, and I will deceive ya Inside a penitentiary there is no one equal No wrong, no right, and I will kill with a knife You want to come to prison boy, I might take your life You're just a vice in my style, so ya better think twice 'Cause I'm annoyed, irritated, and I'm here for a fight Every time I walk around I see another brother with life You're just a dumb little idiot and can't see the light So keep out the system, stay a man and be free If not, young brother, you come here with me It's the real deal (Now they got me in a cell) (Go to Rahway Prison) (Five-o said, "Freeze!") I got banged up, stitched up, shut up, word up I'm fed up, I'm doin' time in lock-up In the hole, handcuffed to a toilet bowl I took a fall by the wall, indeed I had to crawl And when I got up, I tried to make collect calls To the crib, cause I'm doin' a bid But I want to leave a message to all the young kids Black out, I'm strapped, and I don't smoke crack Dope fiends, Dr. King had a dream That we would grow up and work together as a team Crooks, lock em up by the book I'm not buggin' and muggin', selli'n drugs is forbidden Young dumb punks, don't come to Rahway Prison Cause the drugs is the enemy, believe me, I'm talkin' Jail is hell and a cell is a coffin Made of steel This is the real deal (That's how it is in here, man)
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