Away from family and friends,
Can't remember how it started and don't know when it ends.
It hurts doing dead time lost in the pen where’s hope in a better day
When you don't know when it ends.
People dying talking on the phone to your kids to hear them crying
Your girl telling you she loves you but she's tired of waiting
The more you stay in here, the more your soul dies trying to keep faith when there's none to keep
Restless night 'cause you're tired of sleep
Dreaming of the day you making out of jail but that's how it goes when you doing lost time in hell.
By Keith Trevor Manuel
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