Ice T - The Tower Lyrics
Im rollin up in a big gray busAnd Im shackled downMyself thats who I trustThe minute I arrivedSome sucker got hitShanked ten timesBehind some bullshitWord in the pen the fool was a snitchSo without hesitatinI made a weapon quickIf found a sharp piece of metalTaped it to a stickThen a bullhorn soundsThat means its time for chowMy first prison mealThe whole feeling was foulIt wasnt quite my styleBut my stomach growledSo I flushed the shit downAnd hit the weight pileThe brothers was swoleThe attitudes was coldFelt the tension on the yardFrom the young and the oldBut Im a warriorI got my ground to holdSo I studied the inmatesTo see who hd the powerThe whites? the blacks?Or just the gun tower!In a blink of an eye, a riot broke outBlacks put their backs to the wallCause it was north and southA gun man shoutsAnd everybody had doubtUntil the bullets started flynTook two men outThn they rushed everybodyBack to their cellsDamn the pen is different thanThe county jailIm in a one man cellI know my lifes on a scaleI wonder if that gunman is goin to hellThis is my second dayI got a ten year stayI learned my first lessonIn the pen you dont plaayI saw a brother kill anotherCause he said he was gayBut thats the way it isIt been that way for yearsAnd when his body hit the groundI heard a couple of cheersIt kind of hurt me insideThat they were glad he diedAnd I ask myselfJust who had the power?The whites? the blacks?Or just the gun tower!You see the whites got a thingThe call white prideThe blacks got the muscleMexicans got the knivesYou better be wiseYou wanna stay aliveGo toe to toe with a suckaNo matter wht sizeA fool tried to sweat meActn like he was hardI stuck him twice in the neckAnd left him dead in the yardIt was smooth how I did itCause nobody could seeWith my jacket on my armAnd my knife on the side of meBam bam, it was overAnother one bites the dustI went crazy in the penWith nobody to trustBenchn ten quarters, so Im hard to sweatUsed a tat gun, and engrved my setThey call me a liferCause Im good as deadI live in the hole, so the floors my bedAnd I ask myself againWho has the powerThe whites? the blacks?Or just the gun tower
