the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck  aight!

 (Yo  yo this Puff Daddy Number 1 6 double0 3 0 5 0 representin Davenport
 the experimental prison  y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life
 1 18)

 Verse 1: Treach

 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 they give a man work
 So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
 Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
 Bars and cement instead of help for our people
 Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel
 Tryin to flee the trap of this nation
 Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
 They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
 straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks
 They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
 Serving most of my brothers another football number
 Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
 saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
 Free please, nigga, 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

 Chorus: The chain remains
 *repeat x4*

 (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
 the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)
 (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
 Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,
 later)

 Verse 2: Treach

 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 back 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 ta 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?

 Chorus (x10)

 (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
 Cleveland and Illtown)

 Verse 3: Treach

 Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
 While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
 I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til 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 cos they soldiers
 til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
 The chain remains til we uprise
 Stuck in a land where we ain't meant 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 within
 And we're just as lost as the land we in
 Some balst, some based and some dropped down
 and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
 And it's been happenin so much
 that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now

 Chorus (x5)

 (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.
 Get out in '96)
 The chain remains (Peace then!)
 (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
 I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin
 is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers
 who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we
 definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)

 Outro:

 Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
 I was locked down wit in Borentown
 Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
 My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
 and I'm out!!

 PS> Flash,
 Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private
 e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend
 Peace out,
 MM