50 Years ft. Tom Watkins

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