[conversations in a prison facility]      [Verse 1]   Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he 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   4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine   Cuz 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   See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters   So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go   18 years because the 5-0 said so   They said he set a fire to a Arab store   But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor      HOOK:   Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates   Most of the youth never escape the jail fate   Super maximum camps will advance they game plan   To keep us in the hands of the man locked up      (Hello?)   Collect call from Ness   (Where are you?)   Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you   (Have you been alright?)   Yo, can you put some money in my commisary?      [Verse 2]   Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12   Now he 25 locked up wit a L   They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas   Another ghetto child got turned into a killa   His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin   Used like a pawn by these white North Americans   Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy   Grandmama 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   Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name   But y'all know how the game go   Deez 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      HOOK 2X      [spanish speaking]   cuando yo llamo, como tú no me quieres escuchar   No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos,    no tengo dinero. Estoy aquí jodío en la cárcel metío!!!      [Outro: repeat 2X]   You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison   Look how we livin   30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine   They put is in a box just like our life on the block   Behind enemy lines