And good will come to you.

I sat in prison for a while. 3 years to be exact. Everyday the same. Always on my bunk. Not interested in telivision. If some one wronged me or argued I always turn the other cheek and never lifted my hands. If someone put there hand on me I didn't lift mine back, and I made it home doing right and I made it home alive but not with a lot left in me. I don't have a lot of life left i feel it was drained everyday on those metal bunks or...