The Tower

(Eerie, 'Exorcist' style chilling intro, leading to...)

I'm rollin' up in a big grey bus

And 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 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 inmate voice overs about the screws and the guv'nor

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 had the power

The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.

Final inmate voiceover, concludes;

"Man, the wardens was all over us, it was all goin' down

Tension was all over, I could definitely feel that.

Then they took us out, moved us over to the other yard

Where there was more drama

The warnin' shot was a hit"