Born a Crime

it. When I walked in that first night,
everyone was giving me this look:
“I’m dangerous. Don’t fuck with
me.” So I went, “Shit, these people
are hardened criminals. I shouldn’t
be here, because I am not a
criminal.” Then the next day
everything turned over quickly. One
by one, guys left to go to their
hearings, I stayed to wait for my
lawyer, and new people started to
pitch up. Now I was the veteran,
doing my colored-gangster routine,
giving the new guys the same look:
“I’m dangerous. Don’t fuck with
me.” And they looked at me and
went, “Shit, he’s a hardened