Chain Remains

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

The real reason you wear this chain around your neck, aight

(Yo, yo, this Mook Daddy)

(Number 1-6 double 0-3-0-5-0 representing Davenport)

(The experimental prison)

(Y'know what I'm sayin? Representing Double I for life 1-18)

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 the give a man work

So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome

For the like there's no heart and no soul, ingrown

Bars and cement instead of help for our people

Jails ain't nothing but the slave day sequel

Trying to flee the trap of this nation

Seeing penitentiary's the plan to plant the new plantation

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

Straight to forgotten wit locks plotting to rotting our stocks

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

Serving most of my brothers another football number

Judges look at our CD's, these brothers, like enemies

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

Free please, ****, 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

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

(Prisoner 15430-050 representing Jersey)

(All y'all **** better back the fuck up, it's getting busy)

(Yo, this Big Kym coming straight outta Compton

(I'm locked up Fort Dix, New Jersey)

(Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7)

(I, I be checking y'all out in 1997, later)

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 bak 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 to 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?

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

Remains, remains, remains

(This is Leron, 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennessee outta Fort Dix)

(Representing Cleveland and Lil Town)

Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?

While ghetto dodge cops duck bullets and pull it

I (Hang out and hustle wit my friends) Till the end

Till 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 cause they soldiers

Till when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya

The chain remains till we uprise

Stuck in a land where we ain't made 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 witting

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

Some blast, some based and some dropped down

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

And it's been happening so much

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

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

The chain remains

(This is Lil' Steve, 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chilling at Fort Dix)

(Representing 188, get out in '96)

(See you then)

(This is, ahh, Lil' Pers, ahh)

(14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC, right now)

(I'm up in Fort Dix, ahh, Jersey)

(My out date is 12-25-2003)

(Way I'm thinking, is uh, it's so messed up and we better do something)

(For all the brothers who is locked dizzown)

'(Cause they locked down)

(And I don't care if we definitely lock down the heat)

(Do something, so something bad, peace out)

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

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

I was locked down with in Borentown

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

My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Juhud from Camden

And I'm out