At night I haul prisoners

In the transport van

Hit every bump in the road

Making the transition

As comfortable as I can

One inmate decides to make a threat

That when we get to said destination

He was gonna give me some shit

So every turn gets tighter

Every swear in the back gets louder

I'm loving every minute of it

They put themselves here

So we make it moans and all

Guess theses chomos don't like

When something other than a kid

Rattles their perverted balls

So I pull up to the block

Where other prisoners can hear and see

I unshackle the douchbag who

Couldn't keep his mouth shut

And tell him ok tough guy

Let's see what you got

And that bitch couldn't even

Back his mouth

Cell phones are everywhere

Stuck to people's heads

I'm talking about those trained gorillas

Taking cell phones to their beds

It fascinates me how people

Use their cell phones in the line

Ignoring the cashier and the bager

It's an annoying and an inconsiderate sign

Of a people who can't communicate

Of a people who are selfish

Not making real but online friends

Internet warriors are the trend

All those selfies, nudies, foodies

Are things that make ME cringe

Sex is what makes a person

That's how people are made

Honesty is what makes a person

Even though 99.99 % of us

Lie

Ignorance our guide

Though it is pride we expose

Seeing your only daughter cry

For the first time

Knowing she will have to

Build up from the world she

Knows

Traffic stops

Pulling your gun

Making decisions

When an inmate runs

Instinctive decisions

Not wasting your life

In front of the television

Not shoe shopping

Weight loss pill popping

Or loading up on the ranch dressing

What makes a person

Hell I don't know

People speak of man's greatness

And the invention of the wheel

How man has beaten the odds

And here I am babysitting

The pods

I want to tell a story about

an officer who shot a man down

8 shots to the chest

and that fucker just turned around

I live amongst these men

the chomos the pigs

I protect them

defend them

when their court date arrives

sometimes

sometimes

I just want to bend down

and tie my boots

give an opening for the father

whose 7 year old daughter was raped to death

give an opening for the son

who lost a mom whose body was too torn to see

Just because some fucker stole her R.V.

There is no justice in the justice system

it's all bullshit

we reward them with peanut butter

and Moonpies

but the victims are dead

you have to go on with life

one time I passed a cell

and saw a chomo getting ass raped

I passed by like I didn't see

karma was the bigger and tougher bitch

I didn't feel that justice was served

It is never enough compare to what they did

It is never enough even if the victim is found

or lives

the trim off the door

missing is a hidden knife

and a styrofoam cup

melted can take a life

you have your means

and I have mine

I stay awake at

night

the Hershey squirts

make my ass a bathroom junkie

after eating a keistered candy bar

that's the shit you deal with

behind the bars

freedom shouldn't exist

criminals are protected

while the lawful get the

short end of the stick

and then Johnny Law

is left with the last gun in the land

to shank or not to shank

doesn't get me to dreamland

There is no love

it is a system of costs and

rewards

the stuff you clean with

a mop and a bucket

love is when the cellie

doesn't put the pillow

of the head

love is dead

Dropping the soap

being the pod bitch

or being the catcher's mitt

it might be ok for other dudes

its just me not being rude

face it who the hell wants

to keister tobacco

or jerk off another more intimating asshole

or suck an egg that has been

up someone's crap cave