You tend to find yourself, when you're by yourself
Knew the game was rigged as soon as the cards were dealt
Poverty, health, kisses, hugs, scars, and welts
Caused by laws, federal to home, bullets and belts
Tools to control and suppress the soul
Frustration, alienation, life in prison, begging for permission to go
To the bathroom, grab a broom and start sweeping these floors!
Barked the guard, life is hard and like a series of doors
But the choices for the voiceless seem to go from bad to worse
Food they fried it, drugs I tried it, soon I'll be in the back of a hearse 
All for credit card scams and snatching a purse
Material possessions caused most of my transgressions
Praying to Jesus with a laundry list of all my confessions
Hell on earth, nobody cares, so they simply forget
Sitting in my cell all alone with nothing but regret.