6 years, 6 years, 6 years , 6 years
6 years, 6 years, 6 years , 6 years
6 years, 6 years, 6 years , 6 years
6 years, 6 years, 6 years , 6 years

I cant believe he gave me 6 years, I cant believe he gave me 6 years
I cant believe he gave me 6 years, I cant believe he gave me 6 years
I cant believe he gave me 6 years, I cant believe he gave me 6 years
I cant believe he gave me 6

My journey starts in this holding cell, underneath the court
Saying goodbye to the whole world, I got told I’d only get 4
But I got 6, how the fuck have I let my life come down to this
I'm not looking around cos I wont be around for abit
I got my head down but it’s spinning around so quick
Facing the consequences of the shit that I did
no one forced it upon me, I did it all on my own
Now that’s kinda ironic cos I’ve never felt more alone
Depart my body from my soul; let my soul make its own way home
Cos where this bodies about to go end the line end of the road ‘end of the road’ x 3
And I'm so scared yeah I admit it I’m so scared
That as soon as I get there, I won’t care
I’ve been there before but never this long
I can’t ever see me getting parole they’ll never see back on the road
3 to 5 before I apply all based upon how I act inside
But it can’t be helped to be bad inside
When you’re locked down with the baddest guys
Wit suttin to prove and nothing to lose
So to the follow the rules, wont keep them amused
The months I’ve spent on remand has all be wasted wasted wasted
I beat up a guard to stab up a rapist, didn’t think it would impact my cases
I couldn’t believe it when the judge raised it, said that I’m crazy said that I'm dangerous
Said I’m menace and not gonna change quick….. and no I don’t blame him
All the shit that I did on remand it done me no favours
said that he’d give me a chance but he knows that I’d waste it
said a good few years behind bars might help me change shit
and well if I can’t … fuck it I'm staying in
I wrote letters to everyone and told them not to write back
It wouldn’t benefit anyone to hear my mind collapse
My actions got me put here and that is that
But a part of my heart thought I’d hear from my mum and my dad
The hardest letter I wrote was to my girl,
I told her I gotta do this time all by myself
3 months went by and now she loves someone else,
she picked up the phone and told me herself,
I sit in this cell wondering about what the future holds
Will I be nothing or will I make something in studios
Wear my own clothes, choose where I go, I don’t know
What will I become, or will I be coming home, at all?
When this is done will I be young or going bald
Will I have kids, flesh and my blood, see them go to school
I suppose its on me, I’ve gotta do what I’m over due
I don’t blame anyone its on me its my own fault