time in 4 walls
he just turned 25 to life, an accessory knife to the crime. young boy cries in the howl bowl in the corner, four walls pressing his chest. young boy turns tables in order to rest. groovy mate stands there watching, keeping his score going right. young bro can't keep still, all the boy wants is his pill. groovy mate thinks he stands nothing to gain, when turning 25 to life, precious time wasted is a crime.