The concrete walls surround me
My life had no room to breathe
Senseless structure
Incarceration
Booking number, not a name
Just a statistic
The minutes like hours & days like months
Someone please pinch me I want to be waken up
Taken for granted is your worthless small life
& your cell becomes the Devil
Wasted life
No self purpose just being locked down
The fucking D.A. is a liar
Doing hard time is a proportion of your life that are so long
Gone, far gone & missed

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