JAIL
LOOKING AT THESE WALLS,
WALKING DOWN THESE LONG HALLS,
WONDERING ABOUT LIFE,
THE LADY THAT I WISH WAS OR IS MY WIFE,
EVERDAY IN THIS JAIL,SEEMS LIKE A LIVING HELL,
TRING TO MAKE IT TO THE LASTDAY,
AND LISTENING TO WHAT EVERYONE HAS TO SAY,
PEOPLE TRIPPING AT OTHERS AS THEY WALK THE FLOOR,
NEVER KNOWING WHAT THEY MIGHT MISS OR SEE,
WAITTING FOR THE DAY THEY WILL BE FREE.
WALKING DOWN THESE LONG HALLS,
WONDERING ABOUT LIFE,
THE LADY THAT I WISH WAS OR IS MY WIFE,
EVERDAY IN THIS JAIL,SEEMS LIKE A LIVING HELL,
TRING TO MAKE IT TO THE LASTDAY,
AND LISTENING TO WHAT EVERYONE HAS TO SAY,
PEOPLE TRIPPING AT OTHERS AS THEY WALK THE FLOOR,
NEVER KNOWING WHAT THEY MIGHT MISS OR SEE,
WAITTING FOR THE DAY THEY WILL BE FREE.
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