Tekster: East Side Cult. Other. Ain't No Sunshine.

[Hook x2]
Behind these walls ain't no sunshine
These dirty crackers steady scratchin' niggas off the grind
Ho you can't do the time then don't do the crime
You got to handle your's like a man, I'ma handle mine

[Verse 1]
Breakin' the door, while them guards lookin' the other way
Rapings and murders, man this shit take place every day
It's a livin' hell in this jail, males attracted to males
Loud screams and yells comin' from a cell on block twelve
You can't show em' ya scared, nigga if ya do ya dead
They the first to rip off a side of a bitch nigga head
Now I'm sleepin on my back with my boots on in my bed
See a nigga got stuck and the guard just stood there while he bled
And as the chicken died I was thinkin' bout his mama
And who gon' break the news of how he got caught in the drama
Can't trust the white ones, black ones, Puerto Ricans, or the Mexicans
Gotta turn my toothbrush into a sharp blade for my protection
And I'ma stick it deep in the flesh, of that nigga who test
Put him to rest, and leave him in a red mess
It's a whole nother world behind this wall, don't come down here
I see ya slip ya better straighten up before ya fall

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[Verse 2]
Dear mama, I'm writing ya from the state pen
I'm in this hole again, denied for parole once again
See in here it ain't no friends, it's do or ya die
Shank or get shanked, at night grown men cry
Madder than a fuck cause they trapped by the state
Conversations bout suicide, cryin' to his roommate
And roommate the next one that got this nigga swangin'
Damn, caught a rope by his neck hangin'
I got to thinkin' about death in all kinds of ways
Pull a nigga shank up in this bitch, I'm goin' the other way
The only thing I can look forward to is death
And at the rate I'm goin' I got to many years left
That's why I be actin' up, cause I be crackin' up
Layin in a stiff ass bed, in a cell with hard lead
This type of shit'll make a weak nigga turn gay
Promise to split ya dome if ya look at me the wrong way

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[Verse 3]
What cha' gonna do when them lights go out, nigga
What cha' gonna do when them fights break out
What cha' gonna do when them fools start riotin'
Is you gon' be fightin' like a man or hidin'
What cha' gonna do when you approached with that gay shit
Go in his grill or get punked and don't say shit
If you a man you gon' stand, understand what I'm sayin'
From the streets to the cell, for survival's what I'm prayin'

[Verse 4]
Every time I turn around I'm starin' at a cop
Pig circlin' my block, tryin' to catch me with rocks
Whether it's rain, snow, sleet, or shine I'm out on the grind
Niggas yell hoody hoo when they see one time
Man these streets fucked up, cause these crackers playin this
Now I'm spinnin' every day, takin' these penitentiary chances
I'm a straight up hustler so I can do nothin' but advise you
Don't get caught out on this grind cause these crackers gon' hind you

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