The Tower

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