Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Will I die or go to jail today? Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell But you were stealing my heart

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell But you were stealing my heart

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

Now I'm living in a dream (Ah-ah) And I don't think I'm ever going to wake up (Ah-ah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah No more time to get to know you Should have tried to get to know you Momma, it's a jailbreak Momma, it's a jailbreak, it's a, it's a jailbreak

Slave driver, your table has turned Catch a fire, your gonna get burned Catch a fire, your gonna get burned I remember on di slave ship how dey brutalise your very soul, Today dey say that we are free Only to be jailed in poverty, Good god I think it?s a

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just