Song Lyrics

Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what do you think this is, home?

(This is bullshit, yo son let me get a cigarette)
(I'ma go back to my cell and read)

That's it, five more minutes and that's it
Back to work fellas, back to work!
(A mí me llaman Puerto Rico en donde vivo)

Yo, lil' Kadeija pops his locks, he want to pop the lock
But prison ain't nuttin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
Back in twelve four, nineteen sixty-nine
Four o'clock in the mornin', it's terrible but it's fine, 'cause
Fred Hampton Jr. Looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin' the Feds and the snitches
To see him organize the gang brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so
They said he set a fire to an Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

(Hello?) Collect call from Nes
(How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo
(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you
(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman
Can you put some money in my commissary?

Lord, can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve
Nine two five locked up with a L
They call him triple K, 'cause he killed three niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killer
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Momma couldn't handle the stress and went crazy
Grand momma had to raise the baby
Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man holdin' cane
Tattoos all over his chest, so you can know his name
But y'all know how the game go
D's kicked in the front door, and guess who they came for?
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

Cuando yo llamo, como tú no me quieres escuchar
No he visto a mis hijos, mi mujer
No me mandas retratos, no tengo dinero
Estoy aquí jodido en la cárcel, metido

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin', thirty thousand niggas a day
Up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
(Behind enemy lines)
You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin', thirty thousand niggas a day
Up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
(Behind enemy lines)

Andrew Mair, Clayton Gavin, Lavonne Alford, Vonkeli Williams, Unknown No Writer

The duration of Behind Enemy Lines is 3:05 minutes and seconds.