Locked in a place that you cannot leave.
It's like being choked while trying to breathe.
Walking in circles slowly losing your mind.
No windows or clocks to keep track of time.
Remembering all the good times you had,
And how everyone you loved are free while your sad.
Fighting everyday to prove your tough.
Even if it's over stupid dumb stuff.
We all face aches and pains like everyone else
The difference is we're labeled with numbers and cells.
"Rack-up time! It's time to sleep!"
Thinking, "when the fuck will I be set free?"
As the shadows fade away
We start another day.
The guard hits the cell says "Get up, CHOW TIME!"
Half awake we get in line.
Getting our trays we gotta eat fast.
Then Back to our cells as were still stuck in our pasts.
Writing letters to family who never write back.
While inmates amped up on some crack.
Tension builds rapidly in a place like this.
Everyone walks around here as if their pissed.
Show no weakness it's how we're raised.
If you do you'll be punk'd and hit til dazed.
Going through the years living this way.
It'll screw your mind up come your free day.
By: Jimmy V Quintanilla Jr Aka: Valluco Slick