Incarceration (Con Forever)

And so now I'm in jail and I be doin’ my time
Thinkin’ ‘bout the night of my very first crime
I tried cappin’ some kid down the block
Dad was mad as I walked in at 6 o’clock

You see, my bad behavior didn’t get him pissed
No, he was upset ‘cause he learned that I had “missed”
“You’re no son of mine”, he shouted in my face’
“You’d better smarten-up…you’re just a punk and a big disgrace”

I was kinda hurt and I made a vow
That I would make my Daddy proud and someday…somehow
I’d show the world that I was tough and strong
I set-off to prove myself
But then things went wrong…

I tried to do a deal
But then things got surreal
Sold my crop…to an undercover cop
Trial was then expedited… guilty plea and then
Now, I find myself doing 5 to 10

And here’s how things are now…

Me and Eddie
(He’s my cellmate)
Ed’s my “steady”
I’m his “jailbait”
Still, I’ll work hard
And endeavor
Not to be a
Con Forever

(A mournful harmonica solo wafts through the cell block…although it sounds eerily like Pachelbel’s Canon in D…only with more blues notes)

Well, I was finally paroled
And I needed some money
So, I met a friend
From the joint…and a gun he

Brought and then he told me of a job he had for me
And that it was a score of the n’th degree
A tiny Credit-Union with an elderly guard
And broken cameras you won't have to fear or regard

I busted-in blazing … and I let ‘er rip
[but I] Wrote the note on my deposit slip

And then they knew my name…

Now I’m back in
10 to 20
“Prison buddies”
I’ve got plenty
I’ll just take it
Say, “Whatever”
Hope I’m not a
Con Forever

(La, la, la, la etc. while we rehearse G.E.D. Musical)
Maybe we’ll be
Con’s forever

(Minor Solo…I thought you had to 18 to be here…)

Can I just serve-out my sentence and not act like a dope ?
Can I not make a mistake ?
And not bend for the soap ?
I guess I thought I was done but again
I’m surrounded by lots of fat hairy men

Will the fate of my sentence make me live in infamy
Will I become a hero on“Court TV”
If so, I know I have a killer plan
I’ll scream, “I’m going to Prisneyland”

Kitchen training
Hot bun crosser
Oatmeal maker
Salad tosser
Make-up like a
Latin dancer
Dirty Sanchez
Is the answer

Nightly movies
In the game room
With “Old Sparky”
In the same room
Free weight training
Shake-down parties
Extreme yoga
And Pilates

Lindsay Lohan
Paris Hilton
Now my urge to
Leave is wiltin’
Maybe I’ll stay
Here forever
And remain a
Con Forever

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