| Song | The Tower |
| Artist | Ice T |
| Album | Greatest Hits: The Evidence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 bullshit | |
| 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 bullhorn 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 shit down | |
| And hit the weight pile | |
| The brothers was swole | |
| The attitudes 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 | |
| Damn 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 hell | |
| 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 nobody 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 nobody 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 |
| 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 bullshit | |
| 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 bullhorn 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 shit down | |
| And hit the weight pile | |
| The brothers was swole | |
| The attitudes 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 | |
| Damn 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 hell | |
| 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 nobody 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 nobody 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 |
| 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 bullshit | |
| 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 bullhorn 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 shit down | |
| And hit the weight pile | |
| The brothers was swole | |
| The attitudes 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 | |
| Damn 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 hell | |
| 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 nobody 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 nobody 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 |