Didn't believe in the Bible,
didn't believe the good book.
Lord, Lord, please help me,
help me take a look.
These chains that I'm wearing really ain't my style.
Lord, Lord, please help me,
help me think a while.
I know that I did something wrong,
I got into bad ways.
Well,
the judge,
yes,
he put me down for 5,000 days.
A cell I'm in is only six feet wide and six feet to the roof.
There's a window that's strong with
only three bars singing me the truth.
Fifty and seven, it don't seem right.
A seven, it ain't my age.
When I leave this place with a new face,
it's the turning of a new page.
Falling, falling, falling over you.
Calling,
calling, I don't know what to do.
I love it.
The chains that I'm wearing,
well,
they really ain't my style
