“I was thinking about you guys yesterday. Now, I’ve been here three times before, and I think I understand a little bit of how you feel about some things. It’s none of my business how you feel about some other things, and I don’t give a damn about how you feel about some other things. But anyway, I tried to put myself in your place, and I believe this is how I would feel about San Quentin…”
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I’ll be different when you’re through?
You bent my heart and mind and you warp my soul
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold
“Thank you very much. One more time? Maybe before we do it, though, if any of the guards are still speaking to me, can I have a glass of water?”