My So Called Life

The loud clang of
rusted steel on steel
wakes me up as they call
my name
"Prisoner 1-5-6-0!"

Present.

It's the beginning of yet
one more day of the
same...same...same
only the doubt of if i
will see it through remains

for i have caught the eye of the rival gangs.

In the prison yard
it's hard not to think of my home before this one...
a place i both hated and loved
and started out with
nothin' but good intentions

but the path of greed diverted my attention.

Ol' Jimmy serves the nastiest
things
makes me remember der ain't nothin'
like grandma's cornbread and
beans

and yet i hide my face and finish e'vrything.

We got some walk around time
that's when i think most about my hate crime
no...not white on black
or black on white
but me on me

because i curse the day i was ever concieved.

Getting near turn in hour
when a fight broke out in the shower
like wild animals we all react
got billy clubbed on my back

and the vet laughs as he tells the rookie "that's what you do when the animals attack."

The loud clang of
rusted steel on steel
signals the end of my day
of nothin' but the
same...same...same
"Prisoner 1-5-6-0!"

Present.