Barbells

Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted

Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen

Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean

And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams

You were born with a different set of rules

You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools

Now you're taking your guns and knives to school

Proving to your friends that you're so damn cool

Now you're attending a different school

You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule

I know you're not afraid boy

I've seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole

I know you're not afraid boy

I've seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole

Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole

Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted

Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen

Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean

And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams

When they beat you down like all the other fools

And you're sitting in a pile of your own stool

Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules

When you figure out that you can't being

And you're tired of being forced to act like a queen

Then you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

You can't be king

Listen to the