[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...