Cell Phones

[good4somethingbum]

Cell PhonesFound some wicked pictures, on my preacher’s cell phoneI was 18, so I got life behind walls of stoneIt was hard to get scared straight, by crooked prison guardsMost of us cons, thought they were on the wrong side of the barsI made friends with Hondo, who was handy with a bladeCut a card cheat, when his shirt sleeve, spit out an ace of spadesHe said lotsa those guards, made deals at a fair priceIn laundry rooms, all afternoon they’d be setting up buysOn their cell phone connected to each otherIn there you’re either enemies or brothersWhispered calls behind the wallsYeah, cell phones caught it all and kept their asses covered Hondo made a blade, from an old toothbrushSet us a deal, with two new guards for Monday during lunchWe’d tap on the plumbing, and make our plans at nightCos a soft Morse code, on those corroded old copper pipesIs a cell phone connected to each otherIn there you’re either enemies or brothersmidnight calls behind the wallsCell phones said it all and kept our asses coveredWe bushwhacked the guards, with no blood on the bladeTook their clothes, tied ‘em up and snuck through the gateThey laid quiet for hours, cos they were scared to deathThey hardly talked, cos we snapped shots of them with bags of methwith their cell phone connected to each otherIn there you’re either enemies or brothersWhispered calls behind the wallsCell phones caught it all and kept our asses coveredCalled my kid brother on that crooked guard’s cellHe said he wished he’d have killed that preacher himselfRusty pipes were ringin’ all over the prison that night‘bout two cons who conned their way outside…©2007 Robert George