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Sitting in this jail cell contemplating my choices I wish I never ever hit the joined the raid and hit the police I’m glad I dropped the knife from the shop assistants throat Glad that I saw reason from wanting to steal from the bank. I sit in this prison though for all my minor actions I stole a car drunk one night and got caught in a police chase Was caught stealing from the supermarket because I had no money And attempting to ****** the shop assistants that I robbed. But I have never felt so scared within this wire fenced jail I pray each night that I will live to see the next day as I close into my parole As inmates get murdered on severely injured with the guards looking away And being alone in here makes me realise while everyone tries to escape. Standing outside these prison walls looking in where all my problems were left I sit and pray for forgiveness and the chance to prove I have changed Walking around in a business suit going to and from the court house I was in Is where my job is now as I go to court with all the minors to help them if I can.
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
From Prison to Riches
Sitting in this jail cell contemplating my choices I wish I never ever hit the joined the raid and hit the police I’m glad I dropped the knife from the shop assistants throat Glad that I saw reason from wanting to steal from the bank. I sit in this prison though for all my minor actions I stole a car drunk one night and got caught in a police chase Was caught stealing from the supermarket because I had no money And attempting to ****** the shop assistants that I robbed. But I have never felt so scared within this wire fenced jail I pray each night that I will live to see the next day as I close into my parole As inmates get murdered on severely injured with the guards looking away And being alone in here makes me realise while everyone tries to escape. Standing outside these prison walls looking in where all my problems were left I sit and pray for forgiveness and the chance to prove I have changed Walking around in a business suit going to and from the court house I was in Is where my job is now as I go to court with all the minors to help them if I can.
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
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