Take the Blame

The penitentary over flows, subtracting many from the road, open your eyes they are still crime shows, those are the kind that never set a goal, its great that lord knows. Killings over money, in a long run your eyes are runny, what a beautiful day, most inmates can't tell its sunny, being locked up is definately not funny, nobody's fault but yours, think first dummy. Molested a child, now ones scared to walk a mile, no answer to her mom but continously she dials, blood and tears a pathetic pile, that's something that never leaves the mind not even after awhile. A history that'll trip ya` now you wish for a scripture, you never thought of him but now god's with ya `, its good to know that he'll always forgive ya`. Claim your convictions is just a word, something the law supposely heard, you need to realize, you're getting exactly what you deserve.