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 eatin
