Once a free happy man enjoying the outdoors
Surrounded now by jail bars that don’t bend
Inmate correction to society
A life that totally went apart, and have no name but a number
A place an inmate lives and slumbers
Among the multitudes of other inmates
A Heaven’s sake
No money nor a dime
This is what you get when you commit a crime
Behind the jail cell an inmate could lose their mind
No windows showing a view
Jail time to pursue
No family wants to be bothered in contact
No fact as it is just like that
Prison is no place one should be
Take it from an inmate
No luxury to see
Attitudes high
Fights often break out
An inmate must watch their back as they move about
No decent food to eat
No changing of clothes only what the jail provides
Correction Officers look the other way in being estray
Inmate voice
Having no choice.