My True Behind Bars Blues
This is my story about behind bars blues,
but this is my true story about me and booze.
Fourteen months after turning twenty-one,
the judge was looking at me saying you're done.
At that point in my life, I was hanging out with the wrong guys.
In that little period of time, I racked up three DUI's.
After I experienced a brother's death, my life derailed.
I knew for a long time, I was going to be jailed.
Their were 21 guys in my cell.
Those 21 guys made my life a living hell.
To all of them, I was just a young, little pup.
So for all of them, I was someone they could beat up.
They did it for my commissary and food,
sometimes it was just because they were in a bad mood.
Some nights when I was asleep, they pulled me out and off my feet.
After that I laid their, staring at a puddle of my own blood on the concrete.
If I had a chance to take back those three DUI's and wipe them away,
I wouldn't, they made me learn and made me the person I am today.
Those mistakes were made for a reason, so I could lay their on that ground.
I'd do it the exact same way again, because they made me turn my life around.
For anyone affected by a DUI, I can understand your hostility.
Don't get me wrong, for my actions, I take full responsibility.
I say I wouldn't change my past, so look where I'm coming from.
Those mistakes saved my life, they made me the man I've become.
By Chris Matt
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