A long hallway entering the prison, sealing your fate. A new life to live, finding your place. Some people choose gangs, but that isn’t for me. I came here alone, I’m going to stand on my own feet. I try to stay positive, doing something constructive. Don’t focus on negative, causing self-destruction. Most people use drugs for numbing the pain. Not realizing the problems they’re going to gain.
It’s all smiles going on visits with bliss. It’s all frowns coming back, from family missed. It’s hard to see loved ones and then go back to a cell. They don’t let you see it, but you know for them it is hell. We’re not the only ones that are doing the time. We don’t ever think of that, when we’re doing the crime.
They speak of reform, but it’s just a racket. I see shutting down schools, investing in prisons, modern $1.00 a day slavery. Shouldn’t it be a conflict of interest when the State makes money off of the prison they’d want to fill them? Say for example, the State makes some shirts (in prison), they use the cheapest material and of course the labor. Now they have product, they paid next to nothing to make. They say that we need it (inmates) and charge a huge mark-up to the State (budget).
That’s like some insider trading with supply and demand except that they already know what they’ll need in advance. Tax dollars line the pockets of Uncle Sam.