I couldn't be a prisoner.
Sitting behind a correctional wall.
Not only thinking about the crime(s) that put them there.

While being contained by three walls, ceiling and a cage cell.
Reminscent about your girl.
As you face yourself in the mirror.

Trying to rush to the phone.
Hung upon the wall.
Requesting a visit.
And gets upset.
When she's unable to come.

Wondering sometimes,
If she found another man.

Making seventeen cent.
Or maybe thirty four.
If you're lucky to find a prison's job.

Sometimes, we held within our own confinements.
Even, in a relationship.
Where we have required times to be in?
Similar to the prisoners.
It's like our love interest is our correctional officer.

Sometimes, it's not worth being love.
When with freedom.
You feel like a convicted prisoner.

Some people accepts this fate.
Which is often a common mistake.