I stand up straight. I march in an orderly fashion. I say yes, sir, no, sir. I do what they tell me, because I don't have a choice
I've learned by now that kicking and screaming don't help nobody
This is Juvenile Hall.
Juvenile Hell, more like
I've been here longer than anybody, having only tasted sweet freedom for the briefest of moments.
I've been waiting here for nine years, and there's only one more to go.
I've heard them say that revenge is a dish best served cold.
Well…my revenge is already frozen.
