JAIL
IN JAIL WE ARE ALL THAT WE CAN BE,
WHILE OUR FAMILY STUCK OUT WITH NO SYMPATHY.
THIS PLACE IS FULL OF SIN,
A PLACE WHERE MY FREEDOM IS THE PEN.
THIS PLACE IS A WORLD OF ITS OWN,
GOING HOME IS ONE UNKNOWN.
WITH NO WHERE TO GO NO ONE TO SEE,
IS THIS WHAT GOD HAS PLANNED FOR ME?
SOME PEOPLE LIE, SOME PEOPLE TRY,
SOME DONT CARE AND CANT WAIT TO GET HIGH.
I SAY THIS PLACE ISNT FOR ME,
BUTS ITS THE ONLY PLACE I SEEM TO BE.
WHILE OUR FAMILY STUCK OUT WITH NO SYMPATHY.
THIS PLACE IS FULL OF SIN,
A PLACE WHERE MY FREEDOM IS THE PEN.
THIS PLACE IS A WORLD OF ITS OWN,
GOING HOME IS ONE UNKNOWN.
WITH NO WHERE TO GO NO ONE TO SEE,
IS THIS WHAT GOD HAS PLANNED FOR ME?
SOME PEOPLE LIE, SOME PEOPLE TRY,
SOME DONT CARE AND CANT WAIT TO GET HIGH.
I SAY THIS PLACE ISNT FOR ME,
BUTS ITS THE ONLY PLACE I SEEM TO BE.
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