701

The lights were on in room 701, I heard the laughter, I heard the fun

Something about some deal that went down

I feel that I, just lost my crown

Because they thought I was the king of anything vague, slithered through shadows, hid in the shade

But this thing came from right out of left field

I feel that I, let down my shield

Oh 701, 702, don’t really matter now that it’s through

707, not what it seems, it’s all been a bad dream

I think I remember, how could I forget

That feeling of freedom, and having no debt

I don’t owe a thing, I just wanna go home, but Jim Crow, won’t let me go

How are things going, say haven’t you heard, the Sisters were on me like flies on a turd

My personal law firm, “Wily, Cunning, & Guile”, the Sisters, had to walk the Green Mile

Twenty-seven long years in the can, just like at Shawshank I’m an innocent man

An undo button for the things that went wrong

I should’ve never set foot in 701

The lights were on in room 701, I heard the laughter, I heard the fun

My life was defective, I want a refund…I should’ve never set foot… in 701