As I went to my cell all cold with dread
I took a look at my life and realize I'm dead.
Sitting on my bed in this smelly cell
I realize I cannot tell
the time it is until I get my bread.
Stuck in this hell
'til the day I'm frail
that's the day I might get out on bail.
But until that day,
I'm stuck in jail.
J.F.
