Inside, I exist.
I live, I breathe and I am somebody.
Outside, I'm nothing;
Another link in a discarded chain.
Inside, I have friends,
People to share my dry crumbs with,
A few to laugh and joke around with.
Without, I'd be lonely as a leper.
Inside, I'm the best of cooks,
An excellent man to go to for a tune,
And I can spin a yarn to please them all.
Outside, I'm just another Joe with a ‘past’.
Inside, I have a place.
A part to play, a role to fulfill.
Out there, I become another stranger in the street,
A dark shadow, an eyesore and an unwelcome guest.
So please, I'll stay.
Don't need no parole, no need to go out again.
I'll stay within these high walls, my number my identity,
In
my striped overalls, in my cozy cell amongst my people.
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