Untitled Song

man i just got a letter, its from my mother she in a another center

she keeps tellin me how the police love to sweat her,

and how the doctors hate her, keep givin her the wrong meds so shell go crazy

and the cops can get her,

but last night she said the angels visited and told her it'd be alright

almost scared me half to death i felt trapped in my cell all night

barley slept and woke up pissed off,

these shackles feelin tighter round my wrists i wish they would just come off an

i cant help but to risk every moment in a cell when the world's a living hell