That sucks man

Hehe. I like the sun

It looks like a clear bowl of water outside

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos Good luck finding critters creepy as me They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement Tryin’ to escape this probation generation Too late, crazy ****er’s gotta do the time Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes