(ANOTHER IDENTICAL DAY OF THE WEEK)
Another identical day of the week
But in a different year
Living with my cellies
In this they call the cell
Or rather, the dump
But nothing gets me down
I do my cleaning every day
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You know how this rolls
Then I do some programing
And hustle a little for the money
With our peoples
Marching to the striking orders of the boss
Fearless
If they need anything from us
We are Central American
Or Mexican
Hispanic Latinos
United Peoples
Helping each other out
Whenever we can
We drink the famous pruno
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The smoke became a cloud
And like a cloud of rain
That’s how it all remains

Chorus x 2
That’s the life of every prisoner
If you have it in you, you will learn how to
Get rid of fear

Here nobody whines
You live day by day
Always to the contrary
Of the guards or the police
But sometimes we do make use of them
To bring us our stuff to use the phones
Or whatever we need
If anything fails
We go hard and bring them down
Specially if they are white
Or any fucking American
I do not operate, I am no surgeon
But if necessary, we will stick it to them
We do it missionary style
The boss has the last word
And we need to respect
Here, almost anything goes
Except for mother fuckers
Or shitty soldiers
If you think it twice
You will not survive

Chorus x 2
That’s the life of every prisoner
If you have it in you, you will learn how to
Get rid of fear