Ya! Well I was on my last dime
doin' time
the outta state penitentiary
so as you see here
I'm gonna make this rhyme
cuz I'm doin time
like Johnny Cash
riding into the night
when his soul took flight
he left his mark
but too bad he's not here
prison ministry and music
liftin every ear
and wrote the
best love letter
to his wife
June Carter Cash
so like my friend
and my homeboy that rap
this here a dedication
cept this one here a mash up
up to the beat of all his dope songs
and when I say dope
I mean the rad good kind
folsom prison blues
the maniac of music
not to pun it- -not intended
though everybody know
that brought him to his knees
at the local penitentiary
So anyways
I was singin along doin my time
rhymin my rhyme
all up in my head
when I sprung outta bed
wonderin why I'm flippin my head
like my D.J. spinnin records
then outta the madame blue
I remembered you
like a light bulb in the air
turned on sayin what we gonna do
cuz you know I ain't no dope
in the bad way
on this rappin rhyme- -nope
all this here beatin around
got me dizzy and bound
like my homeboy here Cash
only mine's just a mash
up to the beat of the ten
the only pen that I been in
is the bars that block my mind
I also know the chains I been escapin
are the ones that are drapin
at the bottom of those 2 by 4s
lookin like a-cross
down by the river side
where I decided to clean off
and get done- -baptized
guess the confessions I laid
freely He gave
already on that 2 by 4
for my mashed up life
forgiveness
my chains He took
my heart
I gave
when I was freed at last
a prison-break - - free
for me
from the local penitentiary
of my mind
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