[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 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!

[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 shit 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 lights out, but I don't keep both eyes shut

Cause I share my cell with this loco ass 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 ass 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 ass 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...