Solidarity to all those imprisoned by the capitalist state.
Bright light / no windows
People outside might be singin’ and shoutin’ / but three foot cement walls make it quiet and cold
Take my fingerprints / take my jacket
Leave me the shirt on my back / and the dragonflies in my esophagus
Cold room / colder than the one you were raised in
And the people next door / can’t hear the words that you’re sayin’
Sing songs, try not to panic
Somehow end up on the floor, fitful sleep comes easy
And the bruises on my wrists, and the dust in my hair
And the number on my arm won’t get me anywhere
Florescent lights, toilet paper when I ask for it
I never expected to be so young
Harsh voices / top 40 radio with the volume turned down
And the people next door / are moving further away
They say they’re gonna get us on felony conspiracy
They say I’m gonna be in this cell all alone for at least 3 days
Yellow post-it note / with an 831 number
I want my phone call / and a cup of water
And hearing your voice right then / was way too much to handle
You said that you were with a whole bunch of people / and money for bail
And the bruises on my wrists, slowly healing birthmarks
And the number on my arm begins to fade away
Get my jacket back, wrap my bandana around my face
I never expected to be so young
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