Greenshirt
GREEN SHIRT
Her misinterpatations of what she thinks she seen
cost my ass sitting seven days at a table in green
I have to sit and listen to people ****ing stupid remarks
I just try to ignore it. While my mind embarks
If they only knew what was in my head while my minds on its journey
****, most of these peoples presence aint even worthy
these guys try talking, acting like they have a care or concern
but in all actuality they wouldnt give a **** if you crash and burned
I guess that what to expect from fellow convicts in prison
You're expected to open up and talk to people you dont even know
If you were to slip or fall they would just let you go
They would be the first behind you to watch the blood flow
You want me to stand firm and call this assholes my brother
Im just keeping t real from one inmate to another.
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