I’m one day out of a five year sentence.
I’m harder, I’m stronger. I feel no repentance.
Nobody here waiting, no hugs on release.
Jus worn shoes, a few dollars, a ratty old fleece.
I walk into that diner with a jail attitude.
The waitress is polite so of course I was rude.
I’m eager to get home get back in the mix.
Itching to get back on track and up to old tricks.
Nobody here worries if I li...