My home is one of heartache
A place of steel and stone.
A Barron cell, my home in hell and here I sit alone.
I pay with time for one small crime where lights glare night and day.
Although I rage and pace my cage I still must stay and pay.
I hear feet on concrete, the man is on the tier.
They stomp and yell, rattle keys and try to show no fear.
Prison can be a dangerous place No jungle holds more danger.
It’s funny but truth be told your cellie is but a stranger.
A scream of pain, a bloody knife, another fool just lost his life!
Convict knives take human lives for one reason or another.
Head up eyes open stand true beside your brother.
If this is how my life shall end should the reaper come for me
Please shed no tear, just take my daddy in your arms and tell him I’m finally free!
TWD
