Jan 15, 2007 14:17
I reckons I's been here for eleventy years now. It's a hards life, livin' in the slammer. I've seen peoples comes and goes, anarchy and chocolate puddins. It's all the sames. They'll be back, they all will be back.
Th'names Bloo. And I'm a criminal... rottin' aways in my cell. Hours feel like days, days feels like months... I forgot the smell and taste and fresh airs...
I think I'm gonna meet my maker in this cell.
But thems the breaks..
...
thems the breaks.
[ XD! HE'S TRYING TO SOUND LIKE A JAIL BIRD. ]