The chains that keep me locked away:
a hundred-fifty pounds of waste.
But it’s better here inside than out,
‘cause people here know what you’re about.
My cell mates are my closest friends
and we all know why we’re condemned.
And inside here, the people are real;
they know what you know and feel what you feel.
Beyond the walls they take and they take,
their slates are “clean” and their smiles are fake.