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