That Tall Gray Wall

I live in a hotel made of concrete and rock.
It may not be the prettiest, but it’s the biggest
on the block.

It’s has a great big yard, with a tall gray wall and if you
try to climb it, buddy you can bet your life, you’re in for
a long hard fall. Because on top of that wall, there’s a
man in a blue suit, who won’t hesitate to shoot!

Now most of the guest are here to stay, because life was their
sentence on that judgment day.
Take big Mac over there busting rock, there’s no time for him
to watch the clock, and even if there were, it wouldn’t make any difference, because he’s not going anywhere!

There are some here, who make plans to go, but they usually end up catching ten days in the hole.

The judge said; five years to me, but I’ve managed to work that into ten, you see. Because one dark night, I tried to climb that
tall gray wall, and it cost me five more years and a long hard fall!

Now listen my friend, if you’re thinking about robbing a bank are blowing that safe in the wall, just remember what I said about the long hard fall from the top of that tall gray wall.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…1968

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