
Think about the past 31 years of your life.
That’s 31 blazing summers where fireflies danced through twilight evenings and crickets fiddled through the night. Camp outs, cookouts, and 31 Christmases that gifted way to hopeful new years.
I recently started my 31st year in prison.
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When I think of music and prison in the same sentence, songs I know by heart echo through my mind. My journey through the abyss of American Corrections can best be told through song.