[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 speak)
  
  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
  (Repeat)