Walls Are closing in
To many barred cells
I’m trapped within
To many years incarcerated
One can spend
Mentally of physically
I could never win
These institutions
Become my only friend
This clock keeps on ticking
And my time’s running slim
Ten years in the system
Yeah four years in the pen
A motor without a piston
These tires will never spin

The only part I’m missing is one without an end. Look at your friends, look at the when’s and look at my Benz. Jump in the whip with all your sins. We’re all in this **** so take a look through the wide  lens. So you think your picture made perfect. Swaggy’s in the back seat cause his life was worthless. Never took shot gun or driver now his life’s ******* like a screwdriver. So what’d you know looks like we all have a place in this world. So grab the steering wheel and Let’s go explore. Once upon a time life was all about the score. ******* these *******, selling these drugs and kicking down doors. Never went to school, never worried about chores. Always hung around the ruff crowds shooting outta Ford Explorer. His name was Swaggy. Never had a real daddy and lived life by the baggie. He was always wearing his pants saggy. Clutching his nine, selling them dimes and yelling at ******* get at me. Next thing you know, he was swerving outta control. Catching them bodies got him life without parole. Now he’s trying to get ahold of someone on the prison phone. Sad no ones ever at home and he’s always catching that busy tone.