Stuck here in this hole for an awfully f**ing long time. Nothing to do, making fecal paintings on the walls. Need a rock, I'm so strung out now. Even tried to smoke my hair. Urine test that proved my guilt must mean there's something left in me The warden's searching. They won't find sh** I hid that crackpipe. I swallowed it And if the warden feels up my a**, he'll probably find them 16 pieces of gla**. I was high as f** then, 16 f**ing times Didn't even notice. They just slipped down