Letra The Tower de Ice-t original

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 My first prison meal Then a bullhorn sounds That means it's time for chow The whole feeling was foul But my stomach growled It wasn't quite my style So I flushed the shit down And hit the weight pile The attitudes was cold The brothers was swole Felt the tension on the yard But I'm a warrior From the young and the old 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 know my life's on a scale I'm in a one man cell 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 It been that way for years But that's the way it is 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 Just who had the power? and I ask myself Or just the gun tower! The Whites? The Blacks? You see the Whites got a thing The call White pride The Blacks got the muscle Mexicans got the knives Go toe to toe with a sucka You better be wise You wanna stay alive No matter wht size Act'n like he was hard A fool tried to sweat me I stuck him twice in the neck And left him dead in the yard Cause nobody could see It was smooth how I did it With my jacket on my arm Bam bam, it was over And my knife on the side of me 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 Cause I'm good as dead They call me a lifer 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