.once they get a hold of you.

.once they get a hold of you.

once they get a hold of you,

there's nothing your mama or daddy can do. 

when you are sportin' them county stripes,

ain't nothin' you want more then 

to change your life. 

your mind haunts you,

with the shoulda, coulda, wouldas,

but when you were living the gutter life,

wasn't nothin' no one could say to ya. 

when you are locked up,

you are nothing but a number,

881683 until you out..

or six feet under. 

locked up isn't a place you want to be,

its a place you will hate. 

can't get any sleep,

forced to eat slop on a plate. 

that place changes people,

turns boys into men.

got my dudes fighting,

breaking hearts they can't mend. 

this is to all my people who are behind bars,

i pray for you with every night,

with all the shooting stars.

this is for those ..

who are missing someone that's locked up. 

missing the ones who made a mistake; 

for the ones who've had enough. 

its never too late to change your life. 

change the path you are on, 

begin to live it right. 

when you get out,

i hope that you'll change.

i hope you learned good lessons,

i hope nothing remains the same. 

we miss you out here, 

our prison is in our minds,

besides our own issues,

we think of yours all the time.

mama, dad and family wish we could fix it for you,

but once they've got a hold, 

there's nothing we can do. 

©Butteryevil 2012