[Wise Intelligent]
 Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!
 Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid
 Ha ha
 What!
 Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter

 [Junior Reid]

 Thinking why
 Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)
 It was a dreadful day  yeah
 Babylon take me away  why
 Down to Riker's Island donde
 This is what I see every day, oh yeah
 Use razor cutters to cut matches in four
 Cause I not sure to get no more
 No no more
 No no more

 [Wise Intelligent]
 Witness the days and be real
 The days of boys and rappers
 Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers
 The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya
 The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers
 Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed
 I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid
 You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way
 You're guaranteed to murder something today
 From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin
 You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting
 But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and
 Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance

 [Junior Reid]

 Take me from my wonderful home, oh
 Carry me to here in Rome, no
 Someone's smart will use one comb
 Mine'll make a knife
 About to get fleas and lice
 Tonight
 The man who smoke and bruise lose
 They'll always have a next men to use
 Peep the gangsta man, why-oy
 Of this operation, why-oy
 Brutalization, why-oy
 Love to the nation, why-oy

 [Wise Intelligent]

 True
 That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles
 Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles
 By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled
 Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer
 Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying
 You can receive any drugs that you want to try and
 The only difference between the streets and prison living
 Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women
 And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route
 I've been here two years, one week and I want out
 When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts
 I fail to see a correctional facility

 [Junior Reid]

 It was a dreadful day
 Eradication take me away
 Take me to a penitentiary
 This is what I see every day, oh yeah
 Use razor cutters to cut matches in four
 Cause me not sure to get no more
 No no more why-oy
 No no more yeah
 Ten men smoke once leave dayy
 Don't mean we on stage eight
 Look me eye no red
 Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead
 Poor Righetous Teacher
 And Junior Reid sensei
 We wanna see the sun rise
 In the land of the rising sun

 It was a dreadful day
 Babylon take me away
 Down to Riker's Island donde
 This is what I see every day, oh yeah
 This is what I see every day
 This is what I see every day

 Life in a jailhouse, life so rough
 Life in a jailhouse so tough
 So rough