I'm in a women's prison With bars all around I caught my darlin' cheating Thats when I shot him down I caught him in a honky-tonk With a girl I used
've stripped my soul bare I can't take it Now it starts to come on strong The long arm of the law Coming down on my head It's been so long Since I have
Now, I married Dawn and had to settle down So I hired on at the prison Guess, I always knew I would Just like my dad and both my uncles done And I worked on
I'm feeling on top of the world I'm feeling like I can't do wrong I'm thinking everything is fine I'm caught up in the smoke and the mirrors The people
ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. he had discovered the door some months back on one
dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his
so happy like kids getting ready to play Come on and bring it on, on and on Nothing that you do is wrong Come along and don't drag it on You can be
Oh, the razor in your apple The affection of your glove The prison of your company The snake oil of your love The heights to which you drag me Just to
some freaky lookin' boys Get it runnin' drag me in and put the spittle on my chin Girlfriends makin' out in prison cells Hunchback creep and he's bangin' on
prisons down we'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away your property and mine, until your dying day the court pretenders fake, the judge is on
day older in these exiled years The dew on the ground blankets the face Cold was the night and gone her embrace For your land of the free now prisons
NO! NOT THE FLYING MONKEY!) (Yes, yes the flying monkey) [DJ On Point:] This shit right here is called Get It Poppin' Shout out to Soul Diggers on the
at? Hahah, where my bitches at?) (Throw ya guns in the air) No need to front, let's be friends (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
(where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends
niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?)) Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they notebooks
tolls for you, bell tolls for you The weight has been hard on your back You're wearing well out of respect Slowly it's dragging you down I'd never
then some dragging bent circuits on a short leash like organ grinder primates dancing for bread crumbs well did you touch that slugger banging on
The taste of fresh blood pushes me on I told myself the con sent pain Could've eased the tension burning inside But the nights were cold and the days dragged
