Prison

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life

You tend to find yourself, when you're by yourself

Knew the game was rigged as soon as the cards were dealt

Poverty, health, kisses, hugs, scars, and welts

Caused by laws, federal to home, bullets and belts

Tools to control and suppress the soul

Frustration, alienation, life in prison, begging for permission to go

To the bathroom, grab a broom and start sweeping these floors!

Barked the guard, life is hard and like a series of doors

But the choices for the voiceless seem to go from bad to worse

Food they fried it, drugs I tried it, soon I'll be in the back of a hearse　

All for credit card scams and snatching a purse

Material possessions caused most of my transgressions

Praying to Jesus with a laundry list of all my confessions

Hell on earth, nobody cares, so they simply forget

Sitting in my cell all alone with nothing but regret.