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Artist:T Ice
No album artwork found
Album:O.G. Original Gangsta
Track:Ice T
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:I’m rollin’ up in a big grey bus
I’m shackled down, myself that’s
who I trust
The minute I arrived some sucker got hit
Shanked 10 times behind some
Word on the pen the fool was a snitch
So without hesitatin’ I made a
weapon quick
Found a sharp piece of metal taped it to a stick
Then the bullhorn sounds;
that means it’s time to chow

My first prison meal the whole feelin’ was
It wasn’t quite my style but my stomach growled
So I washed the shit down and
hit the weight pile
The brothers was swole, their attitude was cold
I 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 had the power
The whites, the blacks or just the gun

Voice-over of prison inmate describing the ‘daddy’

In the blink of an eye a riot broke out
Blacks put their backs to the wall
‘cos it was North an South
Somebody shouts and everybody had doubts
Then the bullets
started flippin’, took two men out
Then they rushed everybody back to their
Damn! the pen is different from the county jail
I’m in a one man cell, I know
my life’s on the scale
I wonder if that gunman is goin’ to hell

is my second day, I’m on a ten year stay
I learnt my first lesson; in the pen you
don’t play
I saw a brother kill another ‘cos they said he was gay
that’s the way it is, been that way for years
When his body hit the ground I heard a
couple of cheers
It kinda hurt me inside that they were glad he died
And I asked myself
just who had the power
The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.

More prison
inmate voice-overs

You see the whites got a thing they call white pride
Blacks got
the muscle, Mexicans got the knives
You gotta be wise ya wanna stay alive
Go toe to toe
with a sucker no matter what size.
A fool tried to sweat me acting like he was hard
stuck him twice in the neck and left him dead in the yard
It was smooth how I did it ‘cos
nobody could see
With my jacket on my arm and my knife on the side of me

Bam-Bam! it
was over, another fool bites the dust
I went crazy in the pen with nobody to
I’m benchin’ 10 quarters so I’m hard to sweat
Use my tat gun to
engrave my set.
They call me a lifer ‘cos I’m good as dead
I live in the hole
so the floor is my bed
And I ask myself again who has the power
The whites, the blacks or
just the gun tower.

Final prison inmate voice-over concludes;
There was tension all
over, I could definitely feel that.
Then they rounded us up, took us over to another
Where there was more drama; the warning shot was a hit
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