Everybody here from the 803, won’t you come sing along to this beat with me, it’s really not no place that you won’t to be, I’ll tell you what it was like for me being locked away in the 803, Even though I got to hang with some real G’s, it’s really not all it’s cracked up to be here locked up here in the 803 somewhere in yorkie! Here I am with another bounty on my head, laying on the floor of cell 44 waiting for these fucking pigs to bring us our slop to eat, the shits not fit for my dog to eat, let alone human consumption take this as an assumption or whatever you like, if you don’t believe me you can come give it a try, I’m wondering why we only get a spoon & not a spork laying here looking like a dork somewhere down here in York, listening to the growl coming from Mr Dow cause they hardly give us enough bread to keep us all fed, I’m just wishing the cute C.O will give me some head before I turn up dead & they be burying my bones in front of some average tombstone, but I hope my angel over in stone knows that I’m country to the bone or even a bit redneck, but I’m betting babysitter will be able to keep me in check. So everybody here in the 803 come & sing along to this beat with me, now you have heard how it may be it’s really no place you won’t to see, locked up here in the 803 you can’t even afford the commissary down here in York county, it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be you can best believe me.