ROW CALL A PLEA TO HALT THE DEATH PENALTY

"ROW CALL" A PLEA TO HALT THE DEATH PENALTY

Yo homeys keep ya head up

Yeah man I’m fed up

Hear the Row call ?

The folkz inside the ‘hood they blind

It’s bout ya homeys

So they ain’t sayin nothing

Who they roped off

About this

The same homeys

C O N spiracy

You was with

I pray to Allah to protect me from them devils

187’s, 211’s

‘fo they come git me

slangin bricks and sexing chicks

cuz all it takes

so now it’s time

is someone to point the finger

to be ya brother’s keeper

and say, “He murdered Billy!”

‘cuz yo ya neva know

it’s silly but they find ya guilty

the shoe can fit a lotta people

and all the evidence

and maybe the folkz of the dead

is”he say” or “she say”

will realize that

the blame

or co defendants replay

a crooked scheme fo’ the state

‘cuz if they shorty

yes the sentence

and he gits the victory

is the thing that takes ya breath

they always yell (Thank Ya Jesus!)

take ‘im to the cell block on Death Row

but what if he lose….

to meet his death

I know that's why my homey

so the family erupts

the women faint

Contemplatin’ life

and even though the men’re tough

And the State

the tears’re are building up

Git another chance to shine

and ya son is looking

I read the front page

all confused

They screamin that it’s gang related

he doesn’t know the rules

And the gangs played out back in '82

that someone has got to fill ya shoes

Now c’aint ya see how these folkz

so ya take a look back

Playin tricks on you

at the folk of the victim

Can you define the word

and tell’im fo’ the last time

Brainwashed

(I didn’t kill ‘im)

(Naw) I knew it from the start

it seems like it’s over

O my God

it’s history

I figured

and as ya sit inside the cell

After 400 years

ya say O’Lord why me?

That we would be wiser

Yeah ,the trials n’tribulations

Than the folk that brought us here

Make us wish that we was neva born

But the clock’s tickin

Always the brother

So we gotta react

so every night

Who must weather storms

‘cuz all them devils steady slippin
switches

So every night

I ask my Lord to grant ya’ll respite

I ask my Lord to grant ya all respite

And what I’d give

And what I’d give to see ya live

To see ya live.

THIS IS A ROW CALL.

This dedicated

To some homeys I know

Homeys on the Row

Homey’s who are fightin fo’

Another chance

To be free

And if they did wrong

Then the finger should be pointed at society

Who been dealin

ACLU Execution Watch

From a crooked deck

How can a man in this world

Live his life when there’s no respect

Fo’ the black man,yella man, red man,

Ni I ain’t two faceded

I’ll give it to ya

Blood raw

I’m from the Bang’em

Where they hang’em

And they hangin us

at all costs

Runny C

And Michael B

And to my home boys KIP

And the soulja Earl Sweet.

But Leo’s gone

To meet Allah

I hope he let ’im know

That these devils gone too far

Man down south

They outta control

And old folks look the other way

‘cuz they done sold their soul

everybody’s sittin ‘round heads low

‘cuz the know they lil’ babies

ain’t lil’ no mo’

yeah all they gotta be is fo’teen

to sit inside of Sparky

and git they head shaved clean

then it’s “all she wrote”

and it ain’t no part two

the next phase

is the diggin of the child’s grave

So every night

I ask my Lord to grant ya all respite

And what I’d give

To see ya live

THIS IS A ROW CALL

Do the homeys out there

THIS IS A ROW CALL

enters the game

came strictly from they home trainin

Sittin on the Row