When we can't sleep
What did we do

I never wrote
I had nothing to do

Just like in prison
I was bored to death

I then took pen and paper
And wrote about life

About my past and people in jail
Such a strange place
Like nothing in this world

It is so very different
Nothing like TV

There's still plenty of heart ache
With a lot to see

A lot of tatoos about people's lives
Many different cultures and a lot of fights

I had more laughter then words can tell
****** up lives of people who thought it was hell

Me I got lucky was facing 15 years
From nothing I did wrong
someone didn't like me

It could of been envy or jealousy from what I had.

Whatever the reason, it was something I had

I stayed there a while
Yet they had nothing

Nothing on me
Yet they tried very hard

The time then came
They had to let me go

It taught me how to write
And how to live my life

I had hoped death was what had awoken me.
Alas, it was my mother,
standind over my soon-to-be
sleeping corpse.
The bitter disappointment traced
her outline in the dark,
as if I had not called to her
hours before, with my hands
around my throat.