Left for death, on day one
You voted for what I'd become
School to prison, a life ripped from my home
The Jail Lord commands, and you will obey
Motherless in a system that doesn't care
Without a net, they fall into despair
Trampled, dismantled by a swift baton to the head
The Jail Lord will see to your early decay
I've made no choice in this
My life is not my own
Tell my visitor
I was dead on arrival