Ice T lyrics

Artist  : T Ice 
Song : Ice T



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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 bullshit
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
foul
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 tower.

Voice-over of prison inmate
describing the ‘daddy’
inmates

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
cells
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

This 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
But
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
I 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 trust
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 yard
Where there was
more drama; the warning shot was a hit...