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'mma 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'mma 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 ♪ 20 boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard 20 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