Imagine your feet within my shoes
Confined with misery and prison blues
Tortured by loneliness and bad news
Surrounded by liars and ignorant fools
With a smell of hell in a two-man cell
Ready to go postal from a lack of mail
Ready to give my tomorrow a final farewell
Because this thug is ready to tuck his tail
Imagine the slop we consume per day
Imagine the demons our consciences try to slay
Imagine the nightmares our memories replay
Imagine the tears when we kneel and pray
Feel these words that my foreverness feels
And what medication can help the spirit heal
When your psychological profile is labeled to kill
And a dog wouldn’t eat what they consider a meal
Imagine the rejection that changed my complexion
Imagine my tears in the eyes of your reflection
Imagine years without hugs or affection
Imagine waking up in the Department of Corrections
Alone!