F jail

When you sit upon it
your ass gets cold as hell
hangs from a wall
here in my cell
has a bowl shaped drain
thats the sink
drizzly fuckin spiket
where you can try to drink
push from a button
toilet is flushed
dull mirror to look in
while your teeth get brushed
so thats the bathroom
at my new place
when you turn around
beds rite in your face
bolted to the ground
hard as a rock
mattress as thick as an everyday sock
beds are simple
sheet is plain
awake in the mornin
whole bodys in pain
so as you can see
my new house is small
fully extended
i reach
wall to wall
and the food is like
fuckin shit on a tray
before you eat
youd better fuckin pray
load on whatever to hide the taste
globs of butter are more like dry paste
wash it down with sour milk
from a carton
smells so bad
you think that its fartin
I walked out and only left them this rhyme
and id rather die than go back to annex 1 doin time