13 Bars to the cell,
three walls form my own hell,
one life of drugs and evil doing,
four years of my life
I earned this strike and must pay the prices
No more drugs Now I’m clean
what a fool I was to loose my dream
with open eyes I can see again
it’s time to be who I really am.
Time to grow up, time to be a man
San Quentin Thanks I understand!
By Loren Wyble
