Welcome to Spokaneistan (v3)

Welcome to Spokaneistan (v3) [Hook] Welcome to Spokaneistan, twenty-three on lock, Cell smell like death, man, it's round the clock, Old-ass ticket and they snatched me off the block, Welcome to Spokaneistan, where the days don't stop. [Verse 1] Hit the lights, cuffs tight, now I'm riding in the back, Two decades on a ticket, they came to collect that, Slammed in a box with a bunk and a drain, Steel door, no windows, going insane. Twenty-three on the slab, one hour to roam, Pacing like a caged dog, ain't no way home, Funk in the air like a dumpster in July, Dude next door snoring like a dying fly. Tray hits the slot, what the hell is this? Gray meat, wet bread, a juice-flavored piss, Can't stomach that shit, but I'm choking it down, Hungry as a bandit in a cage in this town. Tablet on the wall got the Good Word on repeat, Bible on a screen while I'm freezing in the sheet, I ain't dissing God, but he ain't paying my fine, I came in for a ticket, now they're stealing my time. [Hook] [Verse 2] Eleven, twelve days, that's a hell of a bid, For a ticket from the past, man, what did I did? Taxpayer's stacking cash for the guards and the bars, Lights, food, and beds, all that money gone far. Could've paid a payment plan, could've worked it out slow, Instead you got a grown man rotting in the glow, Lock up the killers, lock up the snakes, But a traffic ticket? Man, for goodness' sake. Thousands of dollars to hold me in this hole, While the real problems walking, ain't nobody in control, Got a business on the outside, got a dog by the door, Every day I'm in here, I'm losing more. Count the cracks in the ceiling, count the days till the gate, Twenty-three in the dark, man, this system's full of hate, When I touch that sunlight, I'ma shout it out loud, Welcome to Spokaneistan, you can't keep me down. [Outro] Door clicks, I'm out, but that smell stays on me, Eleven days for a ticket, that's the real travesty. I can make it harder with more slang and cadence, add a Dre-style beat description for the intro, or tell it first-person from the cell with a darker, angrier tone.