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What's up mija? Just thought I'd write these few lineas, just to see how Webseite Solingen 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 Leuchtfolie Köln 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...
