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Rockefeller Druglaw Blues (The Felice Brothers)

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