[Intro]
What's up mija?
Just thought I'd write these few lineas
Just to see how you're doin'
And let you know how I'm doing here in the pinta
[Verse 1: Frank V]
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 sh** 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!
[Verse 2: Frank V]
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
Simo! 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 sh** I should've done
Instead of doing jales, 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 is 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!
[Verse 3: Frank V]
It's all south, but I don't keep both eyes shut
Cause I share my cell with this loco a** nut
He sits in the corner and refuses to sleep
I gotta stay alert just in case 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 a** 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 a** 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
Tryin' to escape is a serious crime
Now the time will get harder, hard time
Hard Tiempo!
[Outro]
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...