Текст песни East Side Cult - Ain't No Sunshine

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[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 [Hook x2] [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 [Hook x2] [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 [Hook x2] [Ad-Libs] [Hook x2]
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