He wore a 4-piece, he's doin' all day
He had put on Front Street: Plenty to say
Started with a Bullet, started buggin' out
Now he's Red Tag, confine to a cell
There was a blanket party
There was a lock down
Somebody was stitched up
Blook in, blood out
The Hooch: Got deep the mainline squeezed
Fence parole rabbit drowned in his ink
Taking it to the square
Bumpin his gums
The Rev was called to clear the air up some
Don't mean nothin', no, don't mean a thing
CON SAFOS, L-W-O-P
If you can't make paper
Prepare for pay back
He had been debriefed he was courting out
Started with the moan and grown
Ended with the clicks
Phones off the hook, lifers in the bricks
Lean and lurch
Here comes the church
On the one crew trying to feed me the word
Then it just happened like a house tossing
Who says it's fair, due processing
Here's the righteous, here's the holy
The redeemed of the Lord and the Godly
This is reality, this is carnality
This is life, a felony
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
Do your own time, do your own time
Do your own time
Do your own time, do your own time
Do your own time
Rest your neck, kick the deck
Find the peace within your head
When you press the bunk the shakedown comes
It's best to know Jesus what he has done
Of all the kings that have ever reigned
All the priest that have ever prayed
All the men elected president
Of all the armies that's walked on land
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
Do your own time, do your own time
Do your own time
Do your own time, do your own time
Do your own time
My life, love Christ
My life, love Christ
My life, my Christ
My life, love Christ
My life, love Christ
My life, my Christ
He took the form of a servant
Became flesh and blood
Got the prize of the poor
Got dragged through the mud
Let me give you a hook down
Jesus was a walkalone
Smoke on the horizon
The King's sittin' on the throne
He pardoned my sins
He acquitted and forgave
I was a dead man walking to the sting of the grave
An exchange took place
I was granted freedom
Don't need no governer with his twisted reason
Not by works or my own righteousness
Cause I wear filthy rags
And I just can't brag
Comes by grace, the measure of faith
Crucified the rebel that had been enslaved
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
From the white house to the church house
From the school house to the court house
My life, love Christ
My life, love Christ
My life, my Christ