Fresh Out the Slammer

Forget about my crimes I’ve paid for them dearly

Done my time and I’m fresh out the slammer

Marching with my head up, unapologetically

Me before all of this? Well, I don’t know her

Even if you were to insist that I’m irredeemable

Boo, who does she think she is, we don’t forget

Showing my face around here, inconceivable

It doesn’t matter, nothing you can do about it

Put my things in a box, Polaroid memories

I’m out and free and you can’t hold me back

I am going alone, no partner in repentance

Fortune favors the brave and unashamed