Stuck here in this hole for an awfully fucking long time.
Nothing to do, making faecal paintings on the walls.
Need a rock, I'm so strung out now.
Even tried to smoke my hair.
Urine test that proved my guilt must mean there's something left in me.
The warden's searching. They won't find shit.
I hid that crackpipe. I swallowed it.
And if the warden feels up my ass, he'll probably find them.
16 pieces of glass. I was high as fuck then. 16 fucking times.
Didn't even notice. They just slipped down.