Jailhouse Blues

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Another day another cell
Can’t believe I’m locked in a cell
Imagine this is what it’s like living in hell
Lawyers to pay but no money and nothing to sell!
Heart of pain and disappointment, hit rockbottom once again I fell
Can’t even talk about it without starting to dwell.
Locked in at night nothing to do but pray and write
Counting down the days I have freedom in sight
Until that day comes I have demons I need to fight!
Suffocated by darkness it’s a struggle to see any light
Will the C/O’s ever understand the cuffs are too tight?
Too much on my mind but can’t let myself go insane!
So I push it all aside to focus on physical and mental gain
Put my body through extreme pain and go all in every time I train
Muscles getting bigger but depression never leaves my brain!
At least I don’t let it get the best of me and put a dirty needle in my vein.
Hardest part about being in prison is being away from my son!
Missing out on memories and not giving him any fun
I have many reasons to be out but he will always be my number one!
I’ll never forget when I saw him last he screamed “Daddy” as he started to run
My biggest regret is losing him just after I walked out on his mum.
Never have anyone visit, write back or even answer the phone
Since 2022 all I’ve been doing is trying to go home
Never understood why the government make sure I’m always alone!
Why is my happiness and freedom the target in their firing zone
Everywhere I go they harass me, it’s like I’m watched from a drone.
But hopefully soon I’ll finally get out and have a chance to be free!
Part of me still believes that will only happen if I get on a plane and flee
Don’t understand why it’s such a problem to just leave me be
I just want to live in peace and happiness and get to be me.
For now I have a five month wait for a hearing due to a not guilty plea.
Another day another cell
Can’t believe I’m locked in a cell
Imagine this is what it’s like living in hell
Lawyers to pay but no money and nothing to sell!
Heart of pain and disappointment, hit rockbottom once again I fell
Can’t even talk about it without starting to dwell.
Locked in at night nothing to do but pray and write
Counting down the days I have freedom in sight
Until that day comes I have demons I need to fight!
Suffocated by darkness it’s a struggle to see any light
Will the C/O’s ever understand the cuffs are too tight?
Too much on my mind but can’t let myself go insane!
So I push it all aside to focus on physical and mental gain
Put my body through extreme pain and go all in every time I train
Muscles getting bigger but depression never leaves my brain!
At least I don’t let it get the best of me and put a dirty needle in my vein.
Hardest part about being in prison is being away from my son!
Missing out on memories and not giving him any fun
I have many reasons to be out but he will always be my number one!
I’ll never forget when I saw him last he screamed “Daddy” as he started to run
My biggest regret is losing him just after I walked out on his mum.
Never have anyone visit, write back or even answer the phone
Since 2022 all I’ve been doing is trying to go home
Never understood why the government make sure I’m always alone!
Why is my happiness and freedom the target in their firing zone
Everywhere I go they harass me, it’s like I’m watched from a drone.
But hopefully soon I’ll finally get out and have a chance to be free!
Part of me still believes that will only happen if I get on a plane and flee
Don’t understand why it’s such a problem to just leave me be
I just want to live in peace and happiness and get to be me.
For now I have a five month wait for a hearing due to a not guilty plea.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
“The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky." The colours of my jocks lying, on a bench. Uncovered by shutters. Unarmed waiting snakes.