Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn/Niggas commin' out worse off/than when they went in

All we know is violence, do tha job in silence/Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants

There must be another route, way out/To money and fame, I changed my name/And played a different game

Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me/Cause they never talk peace in tha black community

'A humane and generous concern for every individual, his health and his fulfillment, will do more to soothe the savage heart than the fear of state-inflicted d…

Que les supplices des criminels soient utiles. Un homme pendu n'est bon a rien, et un homme condamne aux ouvrages publics sert encore la patrie, et est une lec…

A prison taint was on everything there. The imprisoned air, the imprisoned light, the imprisoned damps, the imprisoned men, were all deteriorated by confinemen…