Rockefeller Druglaw Blues Lyrics

The exhaust from the prison van's 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 mama 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
15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller, 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
I'ma give our children something like we never had
15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller, Rockefeller
That's a long old time
Twenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard
Twenty needle marks on the arms of God
500 picketers this morning on the governor's lawn
50 white stars, my darling, in the milky dawn
15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller, Rockefeller
That's a long old time