Felonious assault that's what they called it
when I stomped him for stealing my wallet.
Word for word, right here right now
and I'm not gonna bow for anyhow.

So what I have violent tendencies
since my rage knows no boundaries.
So what I killed my parents
and my minds full of resentments.

So what, like I'm supposed to care
every week them cutting my hair.
So what I'm locked up and away
without freedom and emotional sway.
Just a room with four walls nothing more
and a black piss stained concrete floor.

So maybe you don't really get what you deserve
when you decide to let them take you to serve.
Waste some time down with us at the concrete box
where they show you the meaning of a cage with locks.
They run around to show you who's in control
and when you step out of line they let your head roll.

10/20/2003

Author's Note: I tried to write this in the mindset of someone who's been locked up... I dunno, proabbly pretty pale in comparison to the real thing.

Posted on 10/20/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard