Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics
Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
*Sounds of prison bars slamming shut *
Get those feet off the table. What do you think this is, home?
(This is bullshit. Yo son, let me get a cigarette)
(I’mma go... back to my cell and read)
That's it—five more minutes and that's it
Back to work fellas, back to work!
[Verse 1: M-1]
Yo, lil' Kadeija pops is locked, she wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin’ 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 12/4, 1969
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-o said so
They said he set a fire to a 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
[Interlude]
(Hello?) Collect call from Nes
(How are you?) You know, 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?
[Verse 2: stic.man]
Lil' Kenny been smoking loosies since he was twelve
Now he's 25 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
Grandmamma 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 hold a cane
Tattoes 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 fo'?
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
[Interlude 2]
*speaking in Spanish*
[Hook 2: stic.man and (M-1)]
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)
About
“Behind Enemy Lines” is a song about how the prison industrial complex is used against ethnic minorities in America to perpetuate the political status quo and to undermine their civil rights and human rights.
The song opens with sounds from inside a prison with lines written to illustrate how nothing about prison life is designed to make you feel like a human being.
The first verse goes on to explore how generation after generation gets pulled into the toxic prison environment for political reasons, starting with the story of the Hampton Family. Black Panther and Civil Rights Activist Activist Fred Hampton’s granddaughter is waiting for her father to be released from jail after being accused of bombing a Korean grocery store. The Black Panthers were often accused of violence they did not commit in an effort to entrap them in the prison system. These frame jobs were designed to neutralize the social impact the activists were having and to break their spirits. Her famously eloquent and intelligent grandfather Fred Hampton Sr. was murdered in his bed, in the middle of the night, by corrupt Chicago police officers and F.B.I. agents in 1969.
The hook reinforces the truth about how jails and prisons are being used by our corrupt politicians to crush people’s right to petition the government, as part of a master plan of oppression of the masses.
The next interlude reveals the limited human contact prisoners are allowed with loved ones when incarcerated. It also reveals that the prisons make money off of the prison commissary system.
Other side effects of the prison industrial complex include the perpetuation of a cycle of violence in our communities that forces people to adopt a violent lifestyle just to survive in a violent world. Poverty creates desperation that often leads to crime and mental illness. All of this leads to more heartache and suffering for communities and families. Law enforcement is not the cure for poverty and the unjust laws we are subjected to only exacerbate it.
The second hook that closes the track solidifies the message of the song: our prison system is not one of social redemption and rehabilitation but a cruel machine that is being used to keep poor working people and ethnic minorities oppressed.
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- 4.Hip-Hop
- 5.Police State
- 6.Behind Enemy Lines
- 8.Mind Sex
- 10.Be Healthy
- 11.Discipline
- 12.Psychology
- 13.Happiness
- 14.Animal in Man
- 17.Propaganda
- 18.The Pistol