| I’m rollin' up in a big grey bus
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| And I’m shackled down, myself that’s who I trust
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| The minute I arrived some sucker got hit
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| Shanked 10 times behind some bullshit
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| Word on the pen the fool was a snitch
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| So without hesitatin' I made a weapon quick
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| Found a sharp piece of metal taped it to a stick
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| Then the bullhorn sounds that means it’s time to chow
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| My first prison meal the whole feelin' was foul
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| It wasn’t quite my style but my stomach growled
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| So I washed the shit down and hit the weight pile
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| The brothers was swole, their attitude was cold
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| I felt the tension on the yard from the young and the old
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| But I’m a warrior, I got my ground to hold
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| So I studied the inmates to see who had the power
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| The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.
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| Voice over of inmate describing the 'daddy' inmates
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| In the blink of an eye a riot broke out
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| Blacks put their backs to the wall 'cos it was North an South
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| Somebody shouts and everybody had doubts
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| Then the bullets started flippin', took two men out
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| Then they rushed everybody back to their cells
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| Damn the pen is different from the county jail
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| I’m in a one man cell, I know my life’s on the scale
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| I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell
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| This is my second day, I’m on a ten year stay
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| I learnt my first lesson; |
| in the pen you don’t play
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| I saw a brother kill another 'cos they said he was gay
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| But that’s the way it is, been that way for years
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| When his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheers
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| It kinda hurt me inside that they were glad he died
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| And I asked myself just who had the power
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| The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.
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| More inmate voice overs about the screws and the guv’nor
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| You see the whites got a thing they call white pride
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| Blacks got the muscle, Mexicans got the knives
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| You gotta be wise ya wanna stay alive
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| Go toe to toe with a sucker no matter what size.
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| A fool tried to sweat me acting like he was hard
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| I stuck him twice in the neck and left him dead in the yard
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| It was smooth how I did it 'cos nobody could see
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| With my jacket on my arm and my knife on the side of me
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| Bam-Bam it was over, another fool bites the dust
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| I went crazy in the pen with nobody to trust
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| I’m benchin' 10 quarters so I’m hard to sweat
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| Use my tat gun to engrave my set.
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| They call me a lifer 'cos I’m good as dead
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| I live in the hole so the floor is my bed
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| And I ask myself again who had the power
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| The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.
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| Final inmate voiceover, concludes;
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| «Man, the wardens was all over us, it was all goin' down
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| Tension was all over, I could definitely feel that.
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| Then they took us out, moved us over to the other yard
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| Where there was more drama
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| The warnin' shot was a hit» |