Lifers Group

Lifers Group - Real Deal lyrics

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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



[Chuck D] (Now they got me in a cell)

(Go to Rahway Prison)

[Chuck D] (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

Wanna relax, but they say, "Nah, gee"

Cause on your spare time you'll be doin laundry



Cause this is the real deal



[Chuck D] (Now they got me in a cell)

(Go to Rahway Prison)

[Chuck D] (Five-o said, "Freeze!")



(We ain't no muthafuckas to be proud of

we have sold the fuck 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 wanna 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

Everytime 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



[Chuck D] (Now they got me in a cell)

(Go to Rahway Prison)

[Chuck D] (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 wanna leave a message to all the young kids

Black out, I'm strapped, and I don't smoke crack

Dopefiends, 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, sellin 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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