What`s up mija? Just thought I`d write these few lineas, just to see how
you`re doing. And let
you know how I`m doing here in the pinta
Sittin` here in the yarda,
I do nada but wait
Staring at the barb wire at the top of the gate
Beyond that linea is mi familia and friends
Everyday I hope that this nightmare will end
Pero this shit is serio it`s not a dream,
I`m seeing inmates dying-I`m hearing their last scream.
It`s making me sick,
Surrounded by bars and three walls made of brick
I gotta sleep with a knife
I`m doing hard tiempo, cause I took a vatos life
I thought I was slick-but not slick enough,
Now I have to prove to the whole prison that I`m tough.
The only way out is the easy way suicide
when I think of that I think of mi familia on the outside
I miss my homeboys and my carnales
My jefita`s homemade tamales.
But I got nada, now in prison blues,
I think I`ll go get tattoos,
nothing else to do
but hard time..HARD TIEMPO
I remember when I used to play shoot em up,
It seems like just yesterday
Going to another varrio drinking my pisto,
with my cuete, listo to spray,
but now I live for today and I can`t think about tomorrow,
Cause that`ll just bring me pain and sorrow
SIMON! Hard tiempo!
Compared to this place man, the calle was simple.
It`s no fun being torcido my jefita misses me,
and I miss my nino
Instead of livin by the gun,
All I do now is think of the shit I should`ve done
Instead of doing jale`s, I should of got one,
I should have carried books, instead of a shotgun
Instead of driving by shooting at the raza,
we should have all been at the park eating carne asada.
Just kicking back drinking,
thinking of a master plan,
To bring up the MEXICANS.
But I had to show my friends that I was down with it
Now they know I`m down-but they don`t come down to visit
A big shot in varrio,
jainas Y todo, but now I sit here solo,
All I get`s letters from my jefita
Telling me my carnalito`s starting to smoke frios.
AND do things that I did when I was his age.
DIRT
Puttin in work with a 12 gauge
So now I can`t concentrate,
Imagine having your lil brother for a cell mate
But if he wants to lead the life of crime
it won`t be long before he`s with
me and we`re both doing hard time
HARD TIEMPO!
It`s all south, but I dont keep both eyes shut,
cause I share my cell with this loko ass nut,
He sits in the corner and refuses to sleep,
I gotta stay alert just incase he decides to creep
I can`t take no more
I`m sick of sleeping with rats and roaches on a concrete floor
So the next chance I get I`m gonna shank the prison guard
Take his gun and his keys and run real hard.
If someone tries to stop me from doing my break,
I`ll just put a cap in his ass til his body no longer shakes
That`s murder 2 so now it`s do or die
and if I can`t get beyond that line, My ass will fry
Everything went black,
I woke up chained up and I knew I was back
at the same place,
Cuts on my body from the sharp fence
Now I`m gonna have to face the consequence
Trying to escape is a seriuos crime,
Now the time will get harder HARD TIME
Hard Tiempo!
I guess that`s it for now...Prepare yourself and DON`T LET NO ONE GET
YOU DOWN.,
maybe someday will be together...but until then I`ll suffer...
