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 |