50 Years ft. Tom Watkins Lyrics

I stole a bike in the evening, prison warden gives me a greeting

I'm stuck in this hell, 50 years sentence in a prison cell

And I'm between these walls, staring at nothing as I walk these halls

Flashbacks are hitting, all the time, just stuck here sitting

And now I'm writing a letter, to the mayor that I can do better

I gave it back in the morning, I meant there to be no mourning

Why can't anybody listen, I'm an innocent man, all alone in prison

How could it be true, robbery is just not something that I'd do

The life is hard, looking over my shoulder for a prison guard

And there's the Monday scrap, making disturbance while I'm trying to rap

Don't know what to do, at every single step I'm thinking of you (Who's that?)

That beautiful bike, really nothing quite alike

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I think Jimmy's going crazy, bumped his head said he was feeling hazy

Pulled out a red card, don't you know we're in the prison yard

Said it's '89, we're at an audition and he's forgot his line

They took him away, all this happened on my very first day

These cells are cold, every little corner is covered in mould

Five till eight, every single night long time to wait

But you get used to it, almost homely I'd nearly admit

It's become my life, never should have used that knife

Sometimes I consider breaking out, but it's met with doubt

I could climb that fence, only broken bones at my expense

But I change my mind, maybe another way I'll someday I'd find

No point tryna whine, 50 years I've got the time

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