24 Hours in a Cell

Today I sat in my cell for 24 hours (thats how most of the days are, except for the days when we have yard, and or dayroom, or some other adventurous activity like going to the doctor, or the dentist, or you have the opportunity to get called to the law library. But there is an exception for those who go to school, or have a job though. But not everybody has that) without doing nothing. This is what I hate most about doing time. More than the scheming and plotting done by just about everybody here, from the officers to the population. Not doing nothing, nothing exciting. Just looking at these four walls. Whats hated most by Made Men, or niggas about their business, especially on the streets, is being tied up and not being able to be mobile and go where you want, whenever you want. Sometimes I feel like my life is just wasting away. I'm like I know my life is better than this. Is this what all my years on the streets making a name for myself and making myself known, putting myself out there added up to? I was fooled. I was bamboozled. Them fake gangstas on the streets in a rush to get here got it all wrong. They can have my number, and this L.