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Nature - Chain Remains lyrics
Right about now I think it's time you explained to everybody 
 The real reason you wear this chain around your neck aight! 
 (Yo yo this Puff Daddy Number 1 6 double0 3 0 5 0 representin Davenport 
 The experimental prison y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life 
 1 18) 
Verse 1: Treach
 Too many of my people got time it shows as crime unfolds 
 Many snap in a trap now new minds explode 
 Learn the ability to find their goals 
 Locked in a facility where time is froze 
 God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt 
 They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work 
 So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome 
 Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown 
 Bars and cement instead of help for our people 
 Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel 
 Tryin to flee the trap of this nation 
 Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation 
 They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops 
 Straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks 
 They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under 
 Serving most of my brothers another football number 
 Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies 
 Saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese 
 Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom 
 Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep 
 Reading 
 I'm here to explain the chain remain the same 
 Maintain for the brothers and sisters locked 
 Chorus: The chain remains 
 *repeat x4* 
 (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back 
 The fuck up, man, it's gettin busy) 
 (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort 
 Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997, 
 Later) 
Verse 2: Treach
 Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled 
 We're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled 
 We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent 
 Hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct 
 Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped 
 Made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted 
 How many more times of this humiliation? 
 How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in Nature - Chain Remains - http://motolyrics.com/nature/chain-remains-lyrics.html
 This nation 
 That we supposed ta have since birth 
 But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first 
 And that's all they offer us 
 Ain't that right Mr Officer? 
Chorus (x10)
 (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin 
 Cleveland and Illtown) 
Verse 3: Treach
 Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it? 
 While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it 
 I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn 
 Pens 
 Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired 
 The days of the riots ain't retired 
 But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers 
 Til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya 
 The chain remains til we uprise 
 Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive 
 And I hope this don't suit ya, some work 
 Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future 
 And that's when the cost is the man within 
 And we're just as lost as the land we in 
 Some balst, some based and some dropped down 
 And most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round 
 And it's been happenin so much 
 That they make it so that it ain't even no shock now 
Chorus (x5)
 (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118. 
 Get out in '96) 
 The chain remains (Peace then!) 
 (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now 
 I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin 
 Is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers 
 Who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we 
 Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!) 
Outro:
 Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19 
 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers 
 I was locked down wit in Borentown 
 Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller 
 My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden 
 And I'm out!!











