And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen/I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind

And I realize momma really paid the price/She nearly gave her life, to raise me right

It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity/It seems tha rain'll never let up

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules/Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two

I've heard it said that jail stinks of despair. What a load. If jail stinks of any emotion, it's fear: fear of the guards, fear of being beaten or gang-raped, …

I know myself, and I have such a sense of religion that I shall never do anything which I would not do before the whole world; but I am alarmed at the very tho…

Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again.