The Life of a Prisoner
We were young and we were strung
we did these things cause we were dumb
and now here we are in this cell
we call our home
and we sit as we rot with no room to trot
and all we have is hope and time
wishing for the sun to shine
and no we cant even cry
cause if we do we'll probally die
so we sit and we wait
for a definate
release date
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