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Prison life

Life for a life. Eye for an eye

14/04/2021
Prison life

Life for a life,
Eye for an eye,
So how is it this mug,
Didn’t end up,
For the rest of his days,
Locked up inside.
Well for now you’re a prison wife,
Then after your SHORT ride,
Expect it coming,
A beating or sharp stab from the tip of a knife...

Chains,
Blades and baseball bats,
Push them to the side,
Watch out for the prison grade shank.
Try protecting yourself,
From a frenzied,
Anger fuelled,
Slicing and dicing attack.
Muscle and skin flayed,
So no way of fighting back.
Don’t stop looking over your shoulder,
For the chloric acid shower,
To burn you red then charred black.
Well you’re doing well aren’t you?
You would’ve got more than 2000 days,
If caught selling drugs like crack.
The first month is the hardest,
But trust me in this.
Every other month after,
The one before will be less.
I hope you remember what it was like sharing a Sunday family meal And the rest.
Because of you,
 we now can’t eat with the best.
Just you remember what you leaving behind,
Now you’re in prison,
Into the world gone blind.
It still doesn’t mean I don’t hate or wish death upon you,
As I’ve already something more sinister planned,
 up in my mind.
Two months in and hell you'll be enduring.
Pain and fire,
Endless days and nights you’ll be suffering.
When they’ve finished with your arsehole
You will need a cushioned ring for sitting..
I’m telling you,
By the third month on your Majesty stay,
You already be the prison plaything.
 let’s hope your life receives a raping.
Just how this angels family felt,
When you thought hers was for the taking.
What do you expect,
When another life you have taken.
 24 hours a day,
seven days a week.
A every single day you'll take a battering,
A constant beat.
Threats are hollow.
 prison is solid.
 who can you follow,
 when you've done something that atrocious,
Something so horrid.
 I won’t feel no sorrow,
 I’ve better pills to swallow.
sorry fella don't trust anyone,
 you're already dead!
You will be wishing there’s no tomorrow,
If you’re lucky enough to keep your head.
From this day fourth for you,
Your life will be full of dread!
 

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