Jail

Jail

It's the same shit, but a different day. People getting all loud, and starting fights in all types of ways.
I tell my son, stay to yourself, don't look for friends cause they'll stab you in the back when it comes to the end.
My son was raised as a Christian, he knew right from wrong, somehow this dude got him fucked up on some zz's.
He made a mistake that cost him 3 years of his life, now filled with torment and strife!
He tells me he's doing good, but I can feel the disappointment in his voice.
I want to hold him, but instead we talk through a glass, that's nothing but trash.
Hold it down son, you'll be home soon, I'll be waiting.