Getting drunk on a Sunday night.
Getting rowdy and starting a fight.
Getting locked up for assault.
Locked up like money in a vault.
that's what you are to them...
to the flam they know the flim
the future of more elusive cash.
while they keep you in their stash.
You're a mule, a slave, having to do what they say
one way or the other their determined to make you pay.
Be it work force, be it sitting in a cell.
Be it in a so called heaven to being in lifelong hell.
So before you think your all happy and free
just sit back and take this word from me.
Don't fuck up and end up on the south block of hell
where the only comfort of hell is it's smell...
Where you pray to die a thousand times a day
and you know what they all have to say..
Just freedom, away from this cage.
Away from this stank place of rage.
Away from the murders and guns...
Away from the priest and his puns..
Away from the nightmare of them being rich.
Away from a place where you're the bitch.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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