ice t – the tower

por favor espere um momento...

i’m rollin’ up in a big gray bus
and i’m shackled down
myself that’s who i trust
the minute i arrived
some sucker got hit
shanked ten times
behind some bullsh-t
word in the pen the fool was a snitch
so without hesitatin’
i made a weapon quick
if found a sharp piece of metal
taped it to a stick
then a bullh-rn sounds
that means it’s time for chow
my first prison meal
the whole feeling was foul
it wasn’t quite my style
but my stomach growled
so i flushed the sh-t down
and hit the weight pile
the brothers was swole
the att-tudes was cold
felt the tension on the yard
from the young and the old
but i’m a warrior
i got my ground to hold
so i studied the inmates
to see who hd the power
the whites? the blacks?
or just the gun tower!

in a blink of an eye, a riot broke out
blacks put their backs to the wall
cause it was north and south
a gun man shouts
and everybody had doubt
until the bullets started fly’n
took two men out
thn they rushed everybody
back to their cells
d-mn the pen is different than
the county jail
i’m in a one man cell
i know my life’s on a scale
i wonder if that gunman is goin’ to h-ll
this is my second day
i got a ten year stay
i learned my first lesson
in the pen you don’t plaay
i saw a brother kill another
cause he said he was gay
but that’s the way it is
it been that way for years
and when his body hit the ground
i heard a couple of cheers
it kind of hurt me inside
that they were glad he died
and i ask myself
just who had the power?
the whites? the blacks?
or just the gun tower!

you see the whites got a thing
the call white pride
the blacks got the muscle
mexicans got the knives
you better be wise
you wanna stay alive
go toe to toe with a sucka
no matter wht size
a fool tried to sweat me
act’n like he was hard
i stuck him twice in the neck
and left him dead in the yard
it was smooth how i did it
cause n-body could see
with my jacket on my arm
and my knife on the side of me
bam bam, it was over
another one bites the dust
i went crazy in the pen
with n-body to trust
bench’n ten quarters, so i’m hard to sweat
used a tat gun, and engrved my set
they call me a lifer
cause i’m good as dead
i live in the hole, so the floor’s my bed
and i ask myself again
who has the power
the whites? the blacks?
or just the gun tower

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