Once in the free world with everything to enjoy.
Now behind prison walls regretting every decision that was yours.
Whether it was ******.
Whether it was burglary.
Whether it was ****.
Or various crimes.

Now you crying foul because your freedom is gone.
And you must adapt to institutional rules.
But you never think about those you harm.
Until you appear at the board of probation telling of your mistake

Once in a free world.
Where all your dreams could be achieved?
Now the food you have rights too is within your commissary.
Or by law the prison required to feed you.

You're a number with a name.
Assign colors of blue.
Yes, these are things you will adapt too slowly.

While remembering once in the free world.
You had it all.
Now you seeing how great you have fallen.