First week

FIRST WEEK

Stuck in here, I feel so alone
Can't even use the telephone
Got no cash, gat no hash
Give the cheap tobacco a bash .

I work and sweat all day long,
My punishment for doing wrong.
Judge looked at me and gave a frown,
Said "young lady you're goin down"

My knees went weak, I felt afraid
This is the kind of bed I made.
These words I write, I mean are true,
Sometimes I can't help what I do.

When cash is low and bills are high,
I only do my best and try.
Don't think bout bein free,
Just go and do a burglary.