Gangster

It's not the way that you would listen

Or the way you comb your hair

It's the fact that you are missing

How I feel when you're not there

I went through all the months of

January Locked up in this cell

I'd like to be at home, but on my own

I didn't do too well

Look at me,

I always get the blame

But I can't even learn to spell my name

I like to read,

I like to write

But where

I live I learn to fight

So don't you ever say that we're the same

I don't need a doctor telling me

I'm full of juice

It's not a statement that

I'm making, but the plain and simple truth

I went through all the months of

January Locked up in my cell

I'd like to think of home, when

I'm alone

It doesn't work too well