The Truth

In the blue of the evening when the sun is low There's a shadow that creeps across my cell block floor And it comes to remind me what I'm in here for No, I'm not admittin' that I done the crime I'm only getting down to doin' time The pa*sin' of day is no concern of mine There's a guard on the second shift comes on at three And he's always about a half inch off of me Like he needs to keep remindin' me that I'm not free God forgive him ''cause he doesn't see He's no less a prisoner ''cause he holds a key And God forbid he turn his back on me For every wall you build around your fear A thousand darker things are born in here There fed on contempt for all that you hold dear The truth is it doesn't matter what you do 'til you gaze in that mirror with an eye that's true And admit that what scares you is the me in you