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Never thought I’d end up here

The place of which David would speak

Now I’m known as a number

And I dare not be viewed as weak

Trust is a rare commodity

For friends- there is a lack

Love you find inside only yourself

And you have to scratch your own back

Watched when you walk

When you sleep and when you eat

There are times when you sit for hours

With shackles on your hands and your feet

You can cry all you want

But there’s nothing you can do

You can sleep to forget

But when you wake- it’s still true

Mail call is like payday

It’s the best thing for some

Or it could be the worst part

Because sometimes there’s none

I’ll never come back

Some people are saying I will

But I gotta get out right now

So I’m gonna to take this deal

I turn my back to these walls

I’ll return to my home

Where I don’t have to pray for paper

And burden people when I call on the phone

I’ll cut my ties with Playboy

I’ll try to resist his smile

I’ll lay low for a minute

Stay out the hood for a while

Gotta make money to pay fines

Gotta get my shit tight

Gotta get back to the streets

So I can be alright

I won’t be back

That is my word

I’ll never again

Be called a jailbird