I sit at the county in a five by ten cell
Tall but thin(*narrow) windows are depressing as hell
It's a correctional facility with funny name
I am at Twin Towers jail in downtown LA
I am eating my cereal, chasing it with milk
Its chow time in jail, the day just begins
Being white at county is a no joke
Esses and brothers are my constant yoke
I keep low profile cuz I am just passing through
But it is always something as you are always in the view
There's nonstop danger to get raped or jumped
Don't come to jail if you do not wanna get stumped
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
There is nothing to do, time crawls to a halt
There is a TV but it is boring to a fault
Day room is packed with inmates who are doing their thing
They're playing games, pacing, working out or sing
Trustees are busy with their tasks and coming to and from
But don't be fooled by all this as it's calm before the storm
Every fifteen minutes deps doing their walk
You have to take a knee and stay away from the talk
Everyone watch everyone, and everything in view
There is nothing hidden, can be done without a clue
The hunger is constant, food is always on the mind
And when the chow coming, you can feel and sense the high
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
Sun is setting in distance, I can see shadows grow
Los Angeles is shining in sunset's glorious glow
The final chow coming to us for this day
We all patiently waiting cuz its chicken cutlet day
We are released from lockout to prepare for dinner
There is excitement all over the feast of the sinner
After dinner rest and preparations for bed
Another day had gone into the disappearing sunset
We all in beds now but no one can sleep sweet
We all expecting banging of a headcount beat
The life in jail is cycle under violent tune
Tomorrow will be as today, I hope I get out soon
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
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I sit at the county in a five by ten cell
Tall but thin(*narrow) windows are depressing as hell
It's a correctional facility with funny name
I am at Twin Towers jail in downtown LA
I am eating my cereal, chasing it with milk
Its chow time in jail, the day just begins
Being white at county is a no joke
Esses and brothers are my constant yoke
I keep low profile cuz I am just passing through
But it is always something as you are always in the view
There's nonstop danger to get raped or jumped
Don't come to jail if you do not wanna get stumped
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
There is nothing to do, time crawls to a halt
There is a TV but it is boring to a fault
Day room is packed with inmates who are doing their thing
They're playing games, pacing, working out or sing
Trustees are busy with their tasks and coming to and from
But don't be fooled by all this as it's calm before the storm
Every fifteen minutes deps doing their walk
You have to take a knee and stay away from the talk
Everyone watch everyone, and everything in view
There is nothing hidden, can be done without a clue
The hunger is constant, food is always on the mind
And when the chow coming, you can feel and sense the high
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
Sun is setting in distance, I can see shadows grow
Los Angeles is shining in sunset's glorious glow
The final chow coming to us for this day
We all patiently waiting cuz its chicken cutlet day
We are released from lockout to prepare for dinner
There is excitement all over the feast of the sinner
After dinner rest and preparations for bed
Another day had gone into the disappearing sunset
We all in beds now but no one can sleep sweet
We all expecting banging of a headcount beat
The life in jail is cycle under violent tune
Tomorrow will be as today, I hope I get out soon
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
Tall but thin(*narrow) windows are depressing as hell
It's a correctional facility with funny name
I am at Twin Towers jail in downtown LA
I am eating my cereal, chasing it with milk
Its chow time in jail, the day just begins
Being white at county is a no joke
Esses and brothers are my constant yoke
I keep low profile cuz I am just passing through
But it is always something as you are always in the view
There's nonstop danger to get raped or jumped
Don't come to jail if you do not wanna get stumped
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
There is nothing to do, time crawls to a halt
There is a TV but it is boring to a fault
Day room is packed with inmates who are doing their thing
They're playing games, pacing, working out or sing
Trustees are busy with their tasks and coming to and from
But don't be fooled by all this as it's calm before the storm
Every fifteen minutes deps doing their walk
You have to take a knee and stay away from the talk
Everyone watch everyone, and everything in view
There is nothing hidden, can be done without a clue
The hunger is constant, food is always on the mind
And when the chow coming, you can feel and sense the high
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
Sun is setting in distance, I can see shadows grow
Los Angeles is shining in sunset's glorious glow
The final chow coming to us for this day
We all patiently waiting cuz its chicken cutlet day
We are released from lockout to prepare for dinner
There is excitement all over the feast of the sinner
After dinner rest and preparations for bed
Another day had gone into the disappearing sunset
We all in beds now but no one can sleep sweet
We all expecting banging of a headcount beat
The life in jail is cycle under violent tune
Tomorrow will be as today, I hope I get out soon
One, two, lunch time, three, four, crunch time
Lyrics that they spiter make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with a punch line, catch them on a blind side
Efelate why day turn into a nigh time
Writer: Aleksandr Sigalov
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