Balls
Oh ye of the rotating minds
And big rubber balls
Come with us and juggle
Inside San Quentin walls.
We throw the balls to heaven
Hoping no mistakes
They go arcing past the guntowers
Oh what trips they take
Will they be my salvation
Will they help me on parole
I'm afraid I cannot tell you
I guess I just don't know.
But when the balls are spinning
When it's me that's in control
It's 0 points San Quentin
2 points for the convict soul.
von Harvey Gauntt, July 1990, Staatsgefängnis San Quentin
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