your better off dead <br />what you know, don't mean shit <br />you screwed the pooch <br />so your own throat you'll slit <br /> <br />Would you rather have torture <br />than what you've got <br />the dress of an inmate <br />on the outside you've bought <br /> <br />you knew they could'nt touch you <br />even though they broke you <br />if you can't fear God <br />Than who can you fear <br /> <br />Lay on my slab now go to sleep <br />you won't feel shit within my keep <br />you owe the state your life in full <br />another kill in huntsville <br />rest assured <br /> <br />In prison till death <br />you kno who holds the cards <br />you can fade away <br />behind small bars<br /><br />Robert Brooker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/huntsville/
