Текст песни: Rockefeller Druglaw Blues + перевод

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

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