Forty-four years I'm in hell, forty-four years alone in this cell, my dwellings so filthy I should have never pled guilty to a justifiable homicide, the prosecution lied then my appeal was denied and I'm not even sure I was legally tried, they wanted to burn me so they gave no attorney, and at the time this did not concern me, but looking back now, holy shit wow, what a forty-four year long round journey, I hated every meal, the concrete the steel, every shady deal made with friends who weren't real, constantly watching my back, always aware, always prepared, always on...