Prisoner.....Manipulator

He acts like the world owes him everything
No one told him to rob, steal money or diamond rings

His crimes caught up with him and the bars encompassed his freedom
Nothing changed about his demeanor, he became worse scum

Ole pitiful me, please make calls tell my people I need commissary
One favor turns into two and you're now the appointed secretary...NOT

Stacks of letters in the mail without stamps, send for me
All kinds of stories to play on heart strings and pity

What do you need high priced sneakers to walk around prison for?
So other inmates can glance at your feet as they walk past your door

Most of your sentence you stay in lock up aka confinement
Things start to add up pretty soon, I see why people resent

The very sight of you, because you are trouble from the gate
Social skills are miniscule, turn around slick before its too late

The world is small as you know,your life was never in harm's way
manipulator you truly are, you got a quick pay day

Don't you get tired of singing the same old song
about all you did for people and how they did you wrong

Time to grow up and leave all that stuff behind the wall
Recidivism rate is high be careful before you once again fall

Back in the system with a 6 digit number behind your name
You're too old son to play the same ole stupid games

No one owes you a damn thing, make a honest life for yourself
Hard work and perseverance produces results and deserved wealth

I personally have no hope in you because you are no more than a Perpetrator....Manipulator