Death Row
I'm trying to write but my mind goes blank
I tried appeasing the people but i got no thanks
So instead of working I turned to robbing banks
I am not a bad guy so incase of confrontation my gun had blanks
I didnt want no body's mom or dad to die
But the Judge at the court decided i should fry
Living in a room barely big enough for a bed
Everyone around me waiting for the day they get dead
I'm trying to stay strong but this place messes with my head
Three meals a day the only sustenace is bread
I need an outlet for the world to hear what i said
But my life will end prematurely im gonna be dead
Three meals a day and there people outside who cant eat
I have wronged society yet its the poor ouside getting beat
No wonder that the world exists on hate and decieit
So a message to all you kids dont be packing no heat
Dont need no big humvess just a job to help you eat
iIwish i had more sence would have saved me from the street
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