Lights out 

And back to the cell 

In this sterile stentched community 

There's a sense, that all is not well

Chemically coshed with citalopram,  20ml

Black mamba, spice or shit faced

Either way there's a dip in seroonin 

That needs to be upped and replaced 

Foreboding with sense of menace

Being housed on this cat C dorm

Eighteen months of crime and punishment 

Of rehabilitation and social reform 

Work studies keeps the mass occupied 

But in here, it's a law onto itself 

A time to reflect on one's misdemeanours

Life viewed, from a bargain basement shelf 

Time served now, note the model prisoner 

Walking free into what is perceived as the norm

Although the sentence is served in servitude 

Your forever known as the one who's got form

Still Judged, labelled and convicted

Invisible shackles wrap up joe publics brain 

Fingers point at the former inmate

Life after the jug, is just not the same