Upstate Correctional Facility

My man's fucked up

23 hours of mental hell

One weathered hour in a cage

Where steel mesh separates

A sky he cannot engage

Probably came up dirty

Hopefully offered a screw

The ole fingered birdy

Thought him too old

To still get into fights

But disrespect him

And he gets real tight

Whatever reason, it sucks

Long time out, locked in a box

...Tin toilet

Stainless steel mirror

Wrestling with his sore past

Where nothing ever gets any clearer

...Jonny Cash once sung

'Bout "[T]he meal trolley and

its wicked wheels"

But neither me nor Johnny

Can express how you truly feel...

So let's correspond

We'll fly some kites

Maybe help you dream

With some colorful writes

It's so easy for me to say

But you've a skid bid, kid

So hold your head son

Evy'ting's gonna be a'ight...