It’s waiting on letters when you’re doing time.
and your friends forget you;your brother can’t send a dime
It’s waiting on visits that rarely takes place
From friends or loved ones who forget your face
It’s hearing them lie and saying they are trying
Making you promises but you know they are lying
It’s making plans with someone who you thought you knew
But their plans suddenly change and it didn’t include you
It’s hearing them promise and it goes straight to your head
But when push comes to shove they leave you for dead.
It’s feelings , love, horror and pride
Pain, emotions and hurting inside.
It’s e expressing yourself to your loved ones, and friends
But they can’t feel your pain becasue you’re in the pen.
It’s calling and hearing a block is on the phone
But you maintain because life goes on.
It’s really messed up when you’re doing time
But that’s prison life, out of sight, out of mind.