Ice T
I’m rollin’ up in a big grey bu
I’m shackled down, myself that’s who I trus
The minute I arrived some sucker got hi
Shanked 10 times behind some bullshi
Word on the pen the fool was a snitc
So without hesitatin’ I made a weapon quic
Found a sharp piece of metal taped it to a stic
Then the bullhorn sounds; that means it’s time to cho
My first prison meal the whole feelin’ was fou
It wasn’t quite my style but my stomach growle
So I washed the shit down and hit the weight pil
The brothers was swole, their attitude was col
I felt the tension on the yard from the young and the ol
But I’m a warrior, I got my ground to hol
So I studied the inmates to see who had the powe
The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower
Voice-over of prison inmate describing the ‘daddy’ inmate
In the blink of an eye a riot broke ou
Blacks put their backs to the wall ‘cos it was North an Sout
Somebody shouts and everybody had doubt
Then the bullets started flippin’, took two men ou
Then they rushed everybody back to their cell
Damn! the pen is different from the county jai
I’m in a one man cell, I know my life’s on the scal
I wonder if that gunman is goin’ to hel
This is my second day, I’m on a ten year sta
I learnt my first lesson; in the pen you don’t pla
I saw a brother kill another ‘cos they said he was ga
But that’s the way it is, been that way for year
When his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheer
It kinda hurt me inside that they were glad he die
And I asked myself just who had the powe
The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower
More prison inmate voice-over
You see the whites got a thing they call white prid
Blacks got the muscle, Mexicans got the knive
You gotta be wise ya wanna stay aliv
Go toe to toe with a sucker no matter what size
A fool tried to sweat me acting like he was har
I stuck him twice in the neck and left him dead in the yar
It was smooth how I did it ‘cos nobody could se
With my jacket on my arm and my knife on the side of m
Bam-Bam! it was over, another fool bites the dus
I went crazy in the pen with nobody to trus
I’m benchin’ 10 quarters so I’m hard to swea
Use my tat gun to engrave my set
They call me a lifer ‘cos I’m good as dea
I live in the hole so the floor is my be
And I ask myself again who has the powe
The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower
Final prison inmate voice-over concludes
There was tension all over, I could definitely feel that
Then they rounded us up, took us over to another yar
Where there was more drama; the warning shot was a hit...
