I-‘ve Been Banished From My Home
Going To Prison For A Long Time
Being A Drug Addict
The Habit Is My Only Crime
My Parents Won-‘t Visit
Won-‘t Answer The Phone
This Time In Prison
I-‘m Gonna Be All Alone
They Won-‘t Send Any Money
They-‘ll Pretend I Don-‘t Exist
I-‘ll Have To Beg For Things
Hand Over Fist
With No Amenities Except A Sand Bed
A Toilet And Sink
A Roommate That I Hate
And No Cold Water To Drink
I-‘ll Have To Wear A Uniform
In Colors Of Purple And Red
With Only One Thin Blanket
I-‘m Gonna Wish I Was Dead
No Channels On Tv
To Music To My Ear
Food That Makes You Sick
This What I Fear
It Doesn-‘t Matter Anymore
Cause Time And Again I Fail
Somehow I Must Be Brave
To Handle Myself In Jail
Roommates That Are Angry
And Hate Everyone Around
I Try To Be Quiet
To Never Make A Sound
I-‘ll Read The Books
I-‘ve Read Before
Cause There-‘s Nothing New
I-‘ll Be A Commissary Whore
Begging And Pleading
Like The People I Hate
I Won-‘t Be Ahead
I-‘ll Be Always Be Late
But This True Of My Life
Where I-‘m Concerned
I Never Understood Before
Why These Lessons I Didn’t Learn
So Now I Am Forced To Face The Future
A Rumination Of All I’ve Ever Done
Caused My New View To Be Through Bars
As I Watch God’s Setting Of The Sun