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A Prisoner’s word
Life in jail sucks
I have hit bottom rock
If only I had known
How difficult it would be
To cope in one of the toughest prison
I would have hesitated
And thought again

Thrown in Jail
Rejected bail
Sniffed out by the law as guilty
Had I known
I would have done things quite differently

Now a society system recorded failure
For an outstanding outrageous behaviour
Hustling for cigarettes
And bursting for drugs
An atlas of cells
With polluted smells

Two more years to pay
And I keep wondering
How did I end up this way?
Words were perilously playing in my brain
When I held up that bank
Before then I was hardworking and frank
Until from my job I got sacked
With my football team I got axed
From my lover a jilt letter was faxed

I became depressed
Not very strong
But I was totally wrong
This is not where I belong
Unfortunately I am all holed up.

Sometimes I dream of a jail break
Minutes later I awake
And ponder on all that money I could have raked
That wealth I would have truly cherished
However my freedom I truly relish
Knowing I will be free one day
Brings me a glimmer of hope
This shimmers regularly down my thoughtful slope
Oh this prison sucks

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Dead, Jail, Or Rock 'n Roll

When I was a kid all I wanted to be
Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine
Now I'm going to wrong way on a one-way street
I never fit this society
I don't really mind
Doing my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
Were:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
I ain't looking for trouble but it's looking for me
The law of the jungle is protecting me
Lose sleep man stay out of your bed
You might wind up in jail if you lose your head
In death I might find
True peace of mind
But while I'm alive
Free choice is mine
It's either:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
I don't really mind
Doing my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
Were either:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll

song performed by by Warrant
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Dead, Jail, Or Rock 'n Roll

song performed by by Warrant
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Holloway Jail

They took my baby, to holloway jail,
They took my baby, down holloway jail,
She was a lady, when she went in,
Now shes in jail, and its giving me hell.
She was succeeding in the city,
She was just beginning to excel,
Then a spiv named frankie simes
Led her to a life of crime,
And led her on the downward trail.
Frankie came home late from work one evening,
The c.l.d. were hot on his trail,
Frankie promised everything,
And then he went and turned her in,
She went and took the rap for him,
Now shes impaled in holloway jail.
They took my baby, down holloway jail,
They took my baby, to holloway jail,
There aint no pity, there aint no bail,
And she assures me that its living hell.
She was young and ever so pretty,
Now she looks so old and pale,
She never sees the day,
She wastes her life away,
Sitting in that prison cell.
They took my baby to holloway jail,
They took my baby, down holloway jail,
She was a lady when she went in,
Now shes in jail, and its giving me hell.
Shes impaled, in holloway jail.

song performed by by Kinks
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Five Short Minutes

Written by - Jim Croce
Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show
Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go
Back to my motel room. But the rest is just a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well, like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
Then I said, "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb
Then I said "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!)
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
And when I get out of this prison gonna be forty-five
I'll know I used to like to do it but I won't remember why
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!)
I'll say "Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail"
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

song performed by by Jim Croce
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To Get That Money

to get that money
make that money
steal that money
go to jail.

to get that jewelry
make that money
steal that jewelry
go to jail

banker man,
understand
steal that money
go to jail.

wallstreet man
understand,
steal that money
go to jail.

mr. thief
it's my belief
steal that money
go to jail.

mr. crime
I ain't lyin'
steal that money
go to jail.

poem by Richard Jarboe
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Inner Strength

Here we sit alone in an outnumbered fight
Led to decipher between wrong and right
And some may fail, at this joke that some of
Us call life
Yes at this game that some call life
But the system can't bail me out of hell
I've made this discovery and it has helped
Believe and one day, you'll do just as well now
As you were, you little puppet, you pauper, you
Freak, that's right
That's what some of them have said to me
So I object, and try to figure things out for myself
I'm building up full emotional wealth
(Chorus)
The inner strength, is what the hate, it wants
Us not to feel
It's time that we helped, there's no room to fail
You already know the way out of hell
All we got is ourselves, I have faith in that
Believe and one day
We'll put the system in jail, we'll put the system in jail
I made it through, scraped, black and blue
But so can you. I made it through so black and blue
But you can too, I made it through scraped
Black and blue
But so can you. I've made it through,
we'll all make it through
[As printed in CD booklet

song performed by by Flaw
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Freedom Now

They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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When Innocence Doesn't Matter

I've been there before
When I wasn’t even guilty
What they found didn’t belong to me
But they made me feel so filthy

Put me in hand cuffs
Then put me in shackles
While they put me in the police car
I swear I could hear evil cackles

You’re gonna get it now
You won’t get out this time
Your gonna do a bid
For your freaking crime

But Your Honor it’s wasn’t mine
But it was in your CAR
But still I don’t smoke that stuff
Must have been the guy from the bar

I was a little bit drunk
When this guy asked for a ride
He didn’t look very scary
So we both went outside

Took me a while to find the car
And unlocked all the doors
My new friend buckled up
With his feet planted on the floor

Where to I asked him
Just up the road a bit
Then he lit a pot pipe
And took a deep hit

He asked me if I wanted any
that’s when I saw the flashing lights
I told him I don’t do that shit
But thought what a freaking night

Then we got pulled over
There was so much smoke
I couldn’t prove I didn’t hit it
That I didn’t a toke

So in the car I went
And they took me off the jail
I had to call my dad to help
But he couldn’t make the bail

So off to jail I went
I was innocent of possession
Now I was really mad
And filled with depression

What I didn’t know
Was that he had a gun
He left it my car
When he couldn’t run

They told me it doesn’t matter
Whether or not I draw
Cause when it’s in your car
Possession is the law

The other guy went to jail too
But that don’t bother me none
I can’t believe I was so stupid
To give ride to a guy with gun

I was going off to jail
For three hundred days
Course they lowered the charge
But in prison I still had to stay

I would get off for good behavior
I wasn’t criminal, of course I would
So after one hundred and fifty days
I finally got out for good

poem by Linda Racaniello
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Cushy Canadian Criminal Care

In Canada, we’re not allowed to have prisoners on death row,
Though its a place where legal-aid lawyers could make a lot of dough,
Because executions are not politically correct.
And bail is easy to get regardless of whose life was wrecked.

Double credit for time in jail as they await being sentenced,
Can take years off their time in jail so no need for much repentance,
Just one more shameful Canadian reluctance to enforce,
And no changes because politicians are all out on the golf course.

And Canadians convicts around the world want to come home,
To our soft system that is as comfortable and soft as foam,
And then onto the Supreme Court for bail and even more Charter rights,
Could be free on vacation in no time taking in the tourist sights.

Nov 29th,2010

poem by James Bredin
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A Different Law

For the wealthy and poor there's a different law
Though on that your own conclusion you can draw
You may think my comments are not very fair
But this is my view and my view I will air
Save for some cases of proven murder money does never fail
And money is known to keep people from jail
Many poor people are in jail for a minor offence
They can't afford a lawyer for to fight their defence
'Tis powerful paper money for to give it fair due
And that money does speak every language does seem only true
The wealthy and poor the law treats differently
Though with what I say here many would disagree
The reason you don't find many millionaires in a jail
Is that the influence of money seldom does seem to fail.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Lyndsy Lohan Before the Judge (A Riff)

'Oh why do they always make a fuss,
Your honor I really didn't see that bus!
And I took that necklace on loan, on trust;
It disappeared between my, err, my bust.'

'I was really being mobbed, by fans,
It was all a whirl, you have to understand;
I‘m famous, did I disrupt your plans?
I'm sorry I was late to take the stand.'

'Do I really have to go to jail?
I hear they make you do your poop in pails.
Do you have a guard in there who'll do my nails?
Prison will make me miss the weekend sales! '

'Can't I do charity for the homeless poor?
I could go knocking, waving, smiling door to door;
They would love to see me being so adored;
Prison seems to me like such an awful bore.'

'Could one of my servants serve my time?
I know they're guilty of all sorts of ghastly crimes;
This one, D.J. Myke, dared to write in rhyme.
Put him in jail, that would be divine.'

poem by David McLansky
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County Jail Blues

(by alfred fields)
They picked me up, put me in the county jail.
They picked me up, put me in the county jail.
They wouldnt let my woman come and post my bail.
Now Im in prison, Ive almost done my time.
Now Im in prison, Ive almost done my time.
They gave me six months, I had to work out nine.
I know my baby, shes gonna jump and shout.
I know my baby, shes gonna jump and shout.
When the train comes in and I come walking out.
Take these stripes from around me, chains from around my legs.
Take these stripes from around me, chains from around my legs.
The stripes dont hurt me; the chains could kill me dead.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Reality Sucks

O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Don't give up hope

Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope

I know how you feel
Your predicament is unpleasant and real
Before you crumble and stumble
Like a lone wolf in your solitary struggles
I hear the sadness in your tongue
Realize that your suffering will pass
Its duration may be long
Hang in there, be strong
I know the words to your plightful song
You are not where you wish to belong
But giving up hope is forever wrong
A flower never fumbles and gives up hope
While waiting for its daily water
Hope is all to it that matters

Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Clutch on tight to all ropes
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Money talks!

Money talks
Put it to work
Watch your world spin & rock

Money talks
But when it fucks with you
Money sucks

Without money, we are in poverty
With money, you are my property
If you are very ugly, don’t worry
There is expensive plastic surgery
If you are one who is totally boring
Spend, spend, spend and stop worrying

Who says money can't buy you love
Who says money can't buy you friends
Who says money can't buy you fame
We all live and die the money game

Money talks
Hit the jackpot
Watch the media flock
Paparazzis, children, grown-ups
Chasing you from block to block
The previous known vagabond
People now no longer mock
You ceased being a laughing stock
Now they want a share of your buck

Ignoring money talk, is not that simple
Many have thrown away their principles
Listening to money talk
It is the master of love & hate
It is the master of a smile & a frown
It is the master of respect & disrespect
It’s the difference between a good & a bad friend

Money talks
If you listen to it
You become its slave
The only path it paves
Waits silently to crush you
With an evil gigantic wave

2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Eleven rules of football

I took my little boy
to a nearby football pitch
He said he was tired
of playing hide and seek
He now wanted a football
to play around and kick

As he clutched my hand
I spoke to him
and tried to make him understand
the eleven rules of football
taking into consideration
that he was quite small

Now rule number one
Football is made of eleven strong men
When one or two are naughty
you may still get away
with playing nine or ten

Rule number two
When a member of your crew
hits the ball into the net
A goal is scored
that I can place a bet
For I am very sure

Rule number three
The maximum number of players
you can substitute is three
It does not cost a dime
It is totally free

Rule number four
There are rules you must comply with
When a team commits an offense
named a foul
before the game can commence
A small advantage has to be given
to the otherside

Rule number five
A freekick
is given after a foul
Sometimes awarded after
unnecessary dives

Rule number six
When you are shown a card that is yellow
Its time for your temper to mellow
or you will get the referee quite mad
and he will dismiss you with a red card

Rule number seven
A penality is like heaven
It is awarded
when a player breaks the rule
maybe by using his hand as a tool
to play the ball inside the penalty box
its time for him to go back to school

Rule number eight
A thrownin
Is when the ball is kicked out of the field
It's one of footballs favorite sins

Rule number nine
Offside is
When you are the only one running
alone to score a winning goal
you must hesitate
till you see a single soul

Rule number ten
A game lasts
for ninety minutes
You are beat
When your team has less goals than the other
That is when you must admit defeat

Rule number eleven
when your team is losing
you have to sing something amusing
saying
All we want is a goal
While we are dressed in coloured charcoal

Now my little boy
I said
These are the eleven rules of football
lets go and practise inside the sports hall

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned... a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.

quote by Samuel Johnson
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The effect of words

Her words stung like a wasp
Their effect had me in a sad grasp
I never knew words hurt so much
Those words postulated a form of retouch

You see;
Words make you
Words break you
Words can set you free
Words can let you be

You see;
Words tend to hurt
When dished out carelessly without effort
The right choice of words can give hope
The wrong choice of words can take away hope
And make someone tie themselves with a rope

Words can make you love
Words can make you hate
Words can encourage
Or set you on a stormy rage
Words need to be sensitive
Words can be expensive
When constructively comprehensive

If you dismiss words saying they don't hurt
You are wrong my dear, so wrong
Then why do we have courts?
Saturated with overpriced lawyers
Confusing us with grammer
Abusing us with grammer
Reducing any chances of freedom if you stammer
As you stand before that vicious unpredictable hammer

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Wıshes of Freedom

Caged in the small jail
Of my body
I live,
And
Call myself
“Free spirit”.

Bound by the chains
Of rules
Set by a few of us
We act,
And
Call ourselves
“Independent”.

Tied by the ropes of
Society
Like a herd of sheep
We follow each
Blindly behind another
And call ourselves
“Pioneers”.

Jailed in small
Cabins of regulations
We kill for lust and greed
And call ourselves
“Martyrs”

Captured in small guarded boundaries
Of earth
We breathe
And
Call ourselves
“Free countries”.

Mounting the horse
Of my winged thoughts
I often wish
To break the jails
Loosen the ropes
Fly out
Beyond the reach
Of the vast sky.

I often wish,
If we could be
More real,
True pioneers and martyrs.
For then,
Freedom won’t mean
Small boundaries
Of guarded earth.
Will have
The whole of it
To roam about.

But,
Soon as the gallop stops
I am back in my jail
My wishes of freedom
A cry so frail.
And
Caged in the small jail
Of my body
I live,
And continue
Calling myself
“Free spirit”.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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My First Crush

My First Crush
Her smile
Alone captivated me as a prisoner
In an island
Isolated by my inner walls
Her words echoed
And made me quiver
With a rapid velocity of joy

The innocence of my first crush
A feeling of completeness
We spend our lives
Searching for

A sigh of contention
Moments to look forward to
Thinking of ways to make her laugh
My Uranus
My Shining star
My very first crush

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Related quotes

Dead, Jail, Or Rock 'n Roll

Dead, Jail, Or Rock 'n Roll

Holloway Jail

Five Short Minutes

To Get That Money

Inner Strength

Freedom Now

When Innocence Doesn't Matter

Cushy Canadian Criminal Care

A Different Law

Lyndsy Lohan Before the Judge (A Riff)

County Jail Blues

Reality Sucks

Don't give up hope

Money talks!

Eleven rules of football

The effect of words

Wıshes of Freedom

My First Crush

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