text: I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave They were so concerned with what I deserved They never thought about what I'd need And I know my friends from high school Are dropping my name because they think it's so cool That I'm caught in a cage match run by the state With middle-aged men whispering softly about rape Where does this leave me, where should I go Trapped with worse evils than I've ever known Think of what you had seen when you were sixteen Then think of me Now I'm just a guy who's got half his time to go If good behavior means a two-year show Other cons are talking about me now they call me the kid And the judge who sent me up made a good impression For the next election But what the media won't say is even with my freedom I still wouldn't be old enough to vote against him Some nights all I could do is sit and cry Is this what they want or do they want me to die? If that's the case, spark up the chair, tape up my face Kill me right here, because I can't take this living in fear And what I'm getting out of this has never made itself clear As a free man I've had to fight what it taught me Paranoia and constant bigotry A mind-set designed and provided just to hold me down Where respect came only through intimidation So I'm always expecting a confrontation Apparently this is what they call rehabilitation.