Incarceration Blues

Twenty four months
Plus a day
That's how long
They tell me to stay
Incarceration is so wrong
Where are all the protest songs

Twenty years and they still ain't got it right
Another and there's still no end in sight
Got me a job

Mopping floors
On the outside
That'll open doors
All these programs
Tell me to change
They've never lived
On a range

Twenty years and they still ain't got it right
Another and there's still no end in sight
Twenty years and they still ain't got it right
Another and there's still no end in sight



Credits
Writer(s): Fillion Gerald
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