The Tower Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

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 want to 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