Dear Mama
by Erwin Jones
Dear Mama,
Please listen to the words of your son!
Life behind bars isn't any fun.
Sometimes Mama I wish I was still on the run.
Mama although I try to behave
the best I could
they sill robbed me of my manhood.
Many nights I can't sleep
because of the pain.
Sometimes I think I'm going insane.
Mama, I feel like vomited food
my stomach has rejected.
I feel even worse
when I hear their voices,
for I know I will be horribly molested.
They take turns on me
to perform their horrible deed,
and when they're finished
I'm left alone to bleed.
Mama,
Please listen to the words of your son!
Life behind bars isn't any fun.
Sometimes Mama I wish I was still on the run.
He was only my stepfather, not my dad.
I couldn't stand it
when he treated you bad.
I still hear your cry inside my head,
from the abused he caused you mama,
that's the reason he's dead.
Now I'll spend the rest of my life behind bars.
Many days I have nothing to eat
but the roach that crawls.
And sometimes a rat or two
that would come from beneath the walls.
Mama,
Please listen to the words of your son!
Life behind bars isn't any fun.
Sometimes Mama I wish I was still on the run.
I can't take it no more mama!
I've got to deal with this matter.
To you, this is my last letter.
Pass my love to my little sister and brother.
Tonight I'm going to cut my throat with a knife!
Mama! I just can't take any more of this dreaded life.
It's not easy Mama!
Living behind bars at Hattieville Ramada.
And Mama,
Please listen to the words of your son!
Life behind bars isn't any fun.
Sometimes Mama I wish I was still on the run.
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