Outlaws some glory.....
But here's the real story...
About being so high your
Just chasn' your tail..
Almost relieved to be jail
Before the Judge's Gavel falls
Your Sentence is called.
Years gone by..
Only those who
Love You stand by
It is loud as Hell in your
Tiny Cell
You gotta be Strong
Cause the days are Long
And the Nights are Cold
Without that Special Lady to Hold
Prison, where lies are told
Lives are sold
Handshakes mean nothing
Rapists, Killers, Crooks, Dealers
In the Old School we came in as "Torpedos"
"Bookin" when the Cops aint Looking.
(stabbing)
That's Real Life and Death Behind Bars.
Ive got countless scars and
Stories to tell about where
True Outlaws Dwell
One of two Places
Some claim they're one
And the Same.
To Leave the Mindstate is our escape.
Spendin' Half yer life on the Needle
or in the Pen
Where you see Things
you woudn't
Believe...
Chaos, 'Cuz Outlaws
Wear their Hearts
On their Sleeeve.
You Bond with those of the same Creed
and Understanding
It makes the Routine Less Demanding
Encounters with those from
Another Pack..
Brief and Professional words
Pertaining only to Business at Hand.
Respect for fellow man at all costs
Or it is Chaos and Possibly War.
Standing on the outside looking in..
Its Nonsense and Petty.
But inside Solders are always Ready
Knots in your Neck and Gut are
Constant and are As
Hard as the Walls around You
Im sick of Living this way
and that's the Truth
Trying to Reform is Like
Pulling a Tooth...(putting it lightly)
But you could have All my teeth
To guarentee...........
