I´ve got a wife, four grown children I can´t afford their education I been a prison guard for fourteen years That ain´t exactly a vacation
Since he´s been here he´s followed every rule Well i told you my position The law says he´s got the right to go to school We abide by the court´s decision I got a winchester 243 I like that gun for deer Upstate november when the air is free Smells like hunting season´s here He´s the one to keep your eyes on He´s smart yeah and he´s quiet A troublemaker if i ever seen one Next thing you know it´s Attica And we got a prison riot
There ain´t no way that punk gets his degree And hides behind the constitution No way in hell that smart ass spic goes free Not while i´m in this institution