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I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry cuz I didn't do nothin' wrong. I didn't commit no crime. I never raped nobody, but now I gots to pay for something I ain't even done. It's bull***** really. I stuck in here for 15 years and I know the bastard who done it. ***** he's probably still doin' it.

A gotta little boy who's daddy's in jail, and he don't understand any of this. He lives with his mama in the Bronx, in our beat up apartment but hey, at least it's home. Much better than livin' here if ya ask me. She brings him to see me once a month, and I say man that's bull***** that I only get to see my boy once a month! How's a boy supps'd to grow up without his daddy? When she brings him to me, I'm always in a room with a damn guard. Do these people really think I'd hurt my own kid? I used to take him to the street across from our place, and teach him to play stick ball. Now I can't even have a damn minute with him to myself, my own kid! You got no rights in prison, not even to y'own flesh and blood.

I told my wife to d'vorce me, cuz I ain't gettin' outta here for so long, but she won't have it. She's a good woman, she is, and they don't make many like her. I tried to make the court see this, how I care for my wife, and why would I ever wanna rape nobody, but they don't give a ***** what I gotta say. They just stick me in here without a second thought, the bastards. They fine and dandy in they own worlds, they probably never even visited a prison. They got no clue what it's like to rot in here. They back home in the're safe houses, while I always lookin' ova my shoulder for them fairies. I don't want no part in that disgusting ***** that goes on in here. And the guards, they don't even protect you in here, they laugh at you and hope them fairies catch ya. Damn hellhole it is in here.

Every day it's the same damn *****, day in, day out. Wake up, eat some sorta ***** for breakfast, chores all mornin' and then more ***** for lunch, more chores and work and then *****ty dinner. Lights out always at the same damn time each night. I hate when other people tell me when to go to bed and when to wake up. That's my damn prerogative ain't it? Not in here it ain't. I can't wait for the day when I walk the hell outta here and go to sleep when I damn well please.

I don't got no friends in here. They all a bunch a criminals and I won't 'ssociate with them. They all say they innocent but I the only real innocent one of them thugs. They try an talk to me but I won't have it. I rather it this way. What's the sense in gettin' attached anyway? They think they can relate but they in here for a reason, and I in here for no reason! Sometimes we get to shoot hoops on the tar outside and they try an get under my skin, but I just 'gnore them and shoot the damn ball right inta the net. Playin' b-ball is my only relief in this joint, I only wish I gotta play more often. The fresh air is like nothin' else when you live in here, and I don't care if it's pourin' rain outside, that air is what gets me through this hell. That and thinkin' of my son and my wife. I know theys be waitin' for me when I finally get the hell outta here. I know they be waitin' for me. I know it I just know it.