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