Prison Rap

Seth Ferranti

So I might see nothing in your disgrace
And I might not see the blood on your face
Or the shank wound bleeding deep in your gut
As I walk by, you dying in the cut
I think what did you do to deserve this
And know not til count time will you be missed
As your life ebbs away blood on the stone
Staining the floor, your last moments alone
I could help you or call the staff and guards
But I’m not a rat so that’s not in the cards
My bad, playboy, but I don’t give a fuck
Shouldn’t have ran your mouth or pressed your luck

Because life in the pen can be vicious
And the things cons do are so malicious

 

WRITE THE AUTHOR A LETTER:
Seth M. Ferranti 18205-083
Federal Correctional Institute Gilmer
PO Box 6000 Unit B3
Glenville, WV 26351

Seth Ferranti's first book, Prison Stories, is available from http://www.gorillaconvict.com/
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