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I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus |
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And i'm shackled down |
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Myself that's who i trust |
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The minute i arrived |
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Some sucker got hit |
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Shanked ten times |
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Behind some bullshit |
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Word in the pen the fool was a snitch |
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So without hesitatin' |
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I made a weapon quick |
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If found a sharp piece of metal |
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Taped it to a stick |
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Then a bullhorn sounds |
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That means it's time for chow |
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My first prison meal |
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The whole feeling was foul |
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It wasn't quite my style |
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But my stomach growled |
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So i flushed the shit down |
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And hit the weight pile |
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The brothers was swole |
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The attitudes was cold |
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Felt the tension on the yard |
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From the young and the old |
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But i'm a warrior |
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I got my ground to hold |
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So i studied the inmates |
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To see who hd the power |
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The whites? the blacks? |
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Or just the gun tower! |
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In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out |
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Blacks put their backs to the wall |
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Cause it was north and south |
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A gun man shouts |
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And everybody had doubt |
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Until the bullets started fly'n |
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Took two men out |
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Thn they rushed everybody |
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Back to their cells |
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Damn the pen is different than |
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The county jail |
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I'm in a one man cell |
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I know my life's on a scale |
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I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell |
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This is my second day |
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I got a ten year stay |
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I learned my first lesson |
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In the pen you don't plaay |
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I saw a brother kill another |
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Cause he said he was gay |
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But that's the way it is |
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It been that way for years |
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And when his body hit the ground |
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I heard a couple of cheers |
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It kind of hurt me inside |
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That they were glad he died |
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And i ask myself |
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Just who had the power? |
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The whites? the blacks? |
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Or just the gun tower! |
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You see the whites got a thing |
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The call white pride |
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The blacks got the muscle |
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Mexicans got the knives |
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You better be wise |
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You wanna stay alive |
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Go toe to toe with a sucka |
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No matter wht size |
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A fool tried to sweat me |
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Act'n like he was hard |
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I stuck him twice in the neck |
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And left him dead in the yard |
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It was smooth how i did it |
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Cause nobody could see |
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With my jacket on my arm |
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And my knife on the side of me |
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Bam bam, it was over |
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Another one bites the dust |
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I went crazy in the pen |
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With nobody to trust |
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Bench'n ten quarters, so i'm hard to sweat |
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Used a tat gun, and engrved my set |
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They call me a lifer |
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Cause i'm good as dead |
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I live in the hole, so the floor's my bed |
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And i ask myself again |
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Who has the power |
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The whites? the blacks? |
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Or just the gun tower |
