Lyrics:
break stride they caught me with their light, they told me to raise my arms
Before the daylight by no surprise, I'm back in Eastham Prison Farm
Mmmhmm
rugged charm
But it's a bitch to realize someday my guts will fertilize this god damn prison farm
Sun shines through my window and shoots between the bars
That's a lot to get into one song.
We left out all the good stuff.
Dallas, dope, divorce, dead dogs,
trains prison Christmas, mothers,
farms, and trucks.
in his hand
He got to shootin' one night, and not a meanin' no harm he ended up a workin'' on a prison farm
And now they call him old delta Dan,
Well, I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety-nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well, I've been here for
Well, I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety-nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well, I've been here for
Well, I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety-nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well, I've been here for
on prison farm
And then began to run
Speed the Plough
I'll wait no more for fire from God
Listen to me now
Speed the plough, speed the plough
you don't understand
Now I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
Used to go fishing out pickle creek dam
But I guess
pickin' cotton at the county prison farm
Well you learn something new everyday
You may not always like it
But it just turns out that way
When you think
eternity
or
The poor man's fish order
This half of a half of a spirit
Or husk of a messiah
Religious memorabilia made from the wood of a prison farm fence
head
Drink it down, sound the alarm
I got an ass or two to kick on this prison farm
I got a toothache, a side of beef
White knuckle triumph, and a glass
at the prison farm, way out
Always had something good to say
Like the inmates shittin' out these fucked up ways to get fucked up
And stay a little longer, anyway
at the Atmore state prison farm. Going up there for two weeks out of every summer we got to know some of them convicts pretty good. They didn't give 'em no name
Rappers scatter fast to snatch and smack 'em out they clothes
Catch me wrappin up the prison farm, packin in the palm
Spittin sick in kitchen flippin
Money from prisons like slaves on a farm
Send them out to come back in a year
For family's to shed repetitive tears
Where are
Your solutions
Prisons are
I come from no-one smiles,
Every inch exists in miles,
Still it's cool relaxed and calm,
Sitting here on the funny farm,
World in prison screams
It's a-dawning here on the pig farm
The prison guards are handing out our reward
For a life with one single purpose
Not even the strongest will
the overseers are still in the field?
Every breath a warden breathe he still in the jail
You will never own that farm or the prison for real
Terrified
jails operated by for profit farms
Burn private prisons in bed with senate wooed by their charms
We all at home together but home ain't all the same
some
in prison
To go to the farms and work as cheap labour
They were happy, they were quite happy but
I don’t know…
Cliff
but it was us that I missed
my brothers in arms
like duck weed n ponds
like prison n cons
like acres n farms
anything you needed
if i got it you
and prison-bound
My dear mother, she got worried
When we was down, out on that farm
My mother, she called that farmer
And they told her I was in prison bound
My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
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