I

Oh, brother, you may not believe this:

Once I was quite antisocial

I raped, assaulted, stole and whored

On this our lovely earth

Until prison wakened my faith in good

I was deviant and almost mad

Until made normal in solitary confinement

Oh brother, you may not believe this!



Oh, brother - you my brother!



II

My new being was born through trials

Morality was taught me in the jailyard

The good in me born behind bars alone

In solitary I became sociable

My new being longed for something higher

The environment wakened my faith in good

Oh, brother, you may not believe this!

But listen to what a matured man will tell you:

Prison arouses all the best within you!