In the visiting room a big doofy looking guard
Tells Latonya for the third time
Ms. You gotta hold it down
But she cusses even louder cuz Rodney her Huz'bin
Yet he keeps talking about her--Her!
That bitch.
As if she the one come see his sorry broke ass.
Send him pictures in skimpy red panties.
Mail his papers. Call his Parole Officer.
Feed his hungry kids.
Plus break off a lil'some'n for his lazy ass lawyer
When she get her check.

Latonya jumps up stomps out
And tosses the street car line,
Hating herself for not having her wild exotic looks--
Perhaps a spicy mixture of French and Spanish or Asian.

Since the DOC passed that new rule,
Pretty Boy Playas be getting Jailhouse clean, B.
They line up for flicks.
Click Click Click

Request slips flood the Warden's office
But he tells them look yall gotta be married before I can
Approve a Con-jugal visit.

So dig this:
Dudes putting down those Donald Goines novels
And scoopin' up Arabesque Romances.
They sending in "Bill-me-later" subscriptions
To Bride and Groom Magazine.
Ads to lonely hearts clubs.
And you should see the letters going out.
Strap on overnight wings so they get there fast, yo.

Brotha Kareem Abdullah says he misses no Salat prayers
And Almighty God Allah promised him a beautiful wife
Or (two or three) he already seen one named Jamila
In a dream and he's gonna declare a Holy War if he don't get her.

Up in the creative writing class that used to be empty
The Jailhouse Poets be plagiarizing Kahlil Gibran.
Hector Rivera says he's an original O.G.
From the Latin Kings and points his pen like an uzi
He squeezes off, mujer,
Which is the name of his poem.
Wishing hoping he'd get it published in some magazine.

Tripping Dreaming about striking pure gold like
That lucky ass Homeboy up in Rikers Island
Who'd kicked game so strong
He snatched in/locked down/knocked up
Some gorgeous sexy cutie writer whose pen spat hot flames--
What's her name?
All he know she fine.
The one the Boss of the DOC accused of starting a Revolution.