Staring out the window of my prison cell
looking at the blue sky yet living in hell
the guards up in those towers eagerly await
to shoot another target and proudly celebrate

All day long they will announce lethal force will be used
last month I saw a young man beaten and abused
the psychology of hate very interesting to know
those humans with that kind of heart are the lowest of the low

this mediocre Doc’s and nurses hired by the Feds
they’re trained to do as they are told and neglect your needs instead
done some good time I must say but this has been the worst
guess it was true when Granma said our family was cursed

So I’ll keep staring out the window won’t stress-walking the floor
I know I’ll feel the wind blow once I walk out the front door
I’ll never see Mama again God needed her in Heaven
The angels came and flew her home in two thousand eleven

Big sister also left me in two thousand nineteen
so I’ll bring them pretty flowers and hide my pain within
I guess I’ll take a break now and drink another cup
gotta stay hypervigilant cause stabbings are abrupt

written by: Jesse B. Rodriquez