It's waiting on letters when you're serving time,
And your family won't write or send you a dime.
It's waiting on visits that never take place,
From friends and loved ones who forget your face.
It's hearing them lie and say they are trying,
Making you promises but you know they are lying.
It's making plans with someone you thought you knew,
But their plans suddenly change and didn't include you.
It's hearing them say how much they care,
But in your time of need, they are never there.
It's hearing them promise and it goes straight to your head,
But when push comes to shove, they leave you for dead.
It's expressing yourself to loved ones and friends,
But they can't feel your pain 'cause you're in the pen.
It's really messed up when you're doing time,
But that's prison life, out of sight out of mind.
 
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