The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven, but I'm going to Attica   Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habit   I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain   My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in      I tried to keep my job at the dollar store   Found out my mom was sick and a dollar wasn't enough no more   I promise you Mama, I'm gonna get you them pills   I got me a box of bags and a baker's scale      Fifteen grams of heroin   An ounce of speed   Fifteen years to life   Rockefeller, that's a long old time      My brother was shot down on Warren Street a year ago tonight   Can't you see the medics with his body in the siren light   I promise you brother, I'm gonna be a good dad   Gonna give our children something like we never had      Fifteen grams of heroin   An ounce of speed   Fifteen years to life   Rockefeller, that's a long old time      Twenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard   Twenty needle-marks in the arms of God   Five hundred picketers this morning on the governor's lawn   Fifty white stars, my Darling, in the milky dawn      Fifteen grams of heroin   An ounce of speed   Fifteen years to life   Rockefeller, that's a long old time