Hope
What is life, if you got no hope?
It can turn you to drink and also to dope.
I have seen a lot in my short life.
I know all about trouble and i know about strife.
When you’re sitting alone in jail.
Because the judge says, there is no bail.
You sit and think all day long.
And think think of the things that you did wrong.
Now you’re facing a long long time.
All for what? One stupid crime.
But you know you cannot turn back the clock.
Now you have to put up with what you got.
You miss your kids and you miss your wife.
And you know what you had in your life.
That is the price you have to pay.
When you’re a jailbird and locked away.
Don’t let these things happen to you.
Leave the gangs and leave the crew.
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