" A better man, I will be ".
I sit inside my cell and look
at photos, new and old.
I think of all the wasted years
and what our futures hold.
It's something that's been on my mind
because it's drawing near;
a day I should be going home,
the day I leave from here.
I try and picture who will wait
outside these gates for me?
But since I hope to leave the state
I'll have to wait and see.
With 18 years of time to think
I know what I must to do;
to live a more productive life
and staying drugfree too.
Believe me when I promise yous...
I'll do the best I can;
to make up for the wasted years,
and be a better man.
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