Prisonyard (Part 2)

...Sitting in this cell Laughing at this guard that fell Nothing else to do but play with the dirt under my nail Days move slow as snails Sit ups all day Push ups every way 1000 lunges 1000 crunches So much time to think So much time to blink Been reading and writing so much there's words on my sink Man prison air stink C.O. is a menace His name is Dennis Coincidence In here a different world A deepr crater Tensions so dense Drugs still smuggled in here, it doesn't make sense Even though it makes cents Food is so crappy Lack of sleep so I'm crabby The barber got stabbed so my hair is nappy I'll sure be happy When I win my case If this is what life serves you, it's an awful taste I try to keep my distance from hispanics When they speak latin I start to panic But they do great tattoos And airbrush shoes I'm not due to lack of visits So my family can take those letters and stick it Where the sun doesn't shine Because there are no rays in here No emotional breakdowns No sign of fear I never shed a tear Even as the guards carry me from my room grinning ear to ear I notice how we're goin opposite direction of the courtroom The sign says "electrical chair" I'm facing my doom I sit down get strapped up Constipated now Stomach crapped up Last thing I saw was the mayor with her vovacious curves She pulled the handle and I felt a powerful surge.....