[Verse 1]

Locked up for nothing

Stealing or something

In with this kid who seemed

Normal and quiet

I'm playing poker and

He's two cells over

Cops rush the hall, I saw

Blood on the wall

[Verse 2]

Turns out the kid had a

Few bags of heroin

Deep in his stomach

He swallowed a razor

See I got some stories

Hey, why don't you write that

Into a song maybe?

Your fans will dig that