Omertà: Silence in the Shadows

Cold concrete mornings Breath fogs the bars Paper-thin prayers right under fluorescent stars

Bitching whispers from the block They scrape and crawl Cops with clean hands But they rip

us all I learned to bite my tongue Swallow every lie God's a broken mirror on the cell block

sky Omertà Lips shut, hearts strapped to the rail No stitch, no bitch I'll never

tell the tale Fuck your badge, fuck your cord I'll take the blame Day by day inside But

I keep my name Omertà Silence carved into my throat Omertà This code is all I wrote Omertà This

code is all I wrote Night shift radio's hum Like a funeral hymn Tattooed pledges fade Where the lights

go dim They offer freedom For a single whispered sin I spit on the bargain I won't let them