In Prison, At Least I Had You - Street Sects

I might be doing alright

I might be breathing clean air

But I

Can’t shake this feeling I have

That I’m

Living another man’s life

I’m

Holding the same position

Still in the same condition

Holding the same resentments

Always the same

Just further down

I was born wrong

I don’t worry much about it

Born drunk

But I don’t mind

Worn down

I fell in and out the system

Turned out

But I don’t mind

Even though I feel the pieces

Life’s just a time frame

Working on the art of free fall

Suspension of loyalty

Blade flashing, eight seconds

A life down a shower drain

Weight dropping, forcefeeding

Well it’s just a fucking jail

If I tell myself they’re wrong

Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it

It’s always the same dull throb

As if I’m somewhere else

And I feel the same way now

I heard you made it out

Innocent or not

Enjoy the long ride

Down

At the wrong place

I got drunk and lost my temper

One taste

And I went down

Rough break

I got pinched and caught the full stretch

But one day

I walked out

Even though I’ve lost the pieces

Life’s not a bad thing

Working on the art of free fall

Suspension of self respect

Four thousand, bi monthly

My name off the pink slip

Clean record, no zip code

Their lives were a package deal

If I tell myself I’m home

If I close my eyes and focus

I almost hear your voice

Over there

Somewhere else

And I feel the same way now

I hope you make it out

Innocent or not

Enjoy the long ride

Down

Well if I’ve waited too long

I’ll find my own way out

There is nothing worse than selling out

For half your worth

You can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to

Draw closer

Hey, I was dreaming of light

I was stretched on a bunk

I was almost there

Hey, I was dreaming of air

I was walking the yard

I was almost there