This is the story of a convict,
Never knew how hard it was to look
at the dude of who's balls I just licked,
And as I sit in this 6x8 foot cell, I look to
my right thinking "who in the what, why in the hell?"
I don't need to be in this place, It's just for killers,
sinners, and that dude over there's got a fucked up face!
Why am I here, I don't cause trouble, but all i can
do now is sit in by bubble,
And write these rhymes, try to pass the time, but every
night i cry, not even god knows why.