Story Behind The Song

A lot of people who are incarcerated and their loved ones have stories that the rest of us don't hear. This is just one of them.

Song Description

Being locked up is an ordeal for the prisoner and those who care about him. This just touches the surface of what it can be like.

Lyrics

I lived a life of glitter but its not all glamour,
I pushed it to the limit and down came the hammer,
Running with some bad boys, playing with some bad toys,
Moved a little stash just to make a little cash,
Did my thing, made my bling with the brothers and the white trash.

Papa used to beat me up and Mama couldn't keep me home,
I used to roam the streets like a flea-bitten dog,
Had a girl on every corner who would fornicate,
Bring me all the money they would make and all the missy I could take.

I pulled an all-nighter at the Golden Gopher,
Strippers and Aerosmith songs, I'm puttin' twenties in they thongs,
Doin' a little biz with Southside Slim,
When the doors bust open and the heat burst in,
And a cop pointing at me yelling, "That's him",

Handcuffs on, everything was getting jammed,
It wasn't the first time the man wanted to put me in the slam,
The trumped up a warrant, found a piece and a scale,
Judge said, "You're a threat, go to jail, no bail!"

(chorus)
I'm the orange man,
See me struggling by the roadside,
Picking up the garbage, sweating in the summertime,
The orange man,
C.O. with a shotgun, yelling to me "Shut up!",
Making sure I don't run,
The orange man,
Took a plea for two fives consecutive with a three stip,
Now I'm doin' hard time,
Orange man,
Thought I was street smart,
Ripped out my mama's heart, now it wasn't worth the crime.

Two times a week, for forty-five minutes,
My baby's mama stands in line to bring her for a visit.
Shorty's looking good and the time goes fast,
It gets hard, can't touch her through the bullet-proof glass.

It's brain sex or no sex, ain't doin' it with my bunkie,
He's hardcore a long time, he used to be a junkie,
In this cell, there's no mix, I ain't into a quick fix,
I miss my T and A, need hay for my donkey.

(repeat chorus)

If I hadn't copped a plea, I'd be doin' eight and eight,
Now they pulled me from the county and sent me to the state,
Social worker said, "Kid, you better scare straight or the rest of your life you're gonna be pressing license plates."

Used to be the more I was pushed, I pushed back,
In the old days, I was doin' it, I'd lay you out flat,
No room for excuses, my deuce was just a wild card,
Lookin' over my shoulder in the exercise yard.

But I got my G.E.D. and they taught me carpentry,
I'll be out in a week from some day at a quarter to three,
Stayin' clean, lookin' cool, best as I can,
Cause orange ain't no color for a libertized man.

(repeat chorus)

(outro)
Orange man,
The dust on this road is killin' me,
Orange man,
And I got the shakes, I need a beer and a cigarette,
Orange man,
I learned my lesson, I wanna go home,
Orange man,
Thought I was street smart,
Ripped out my mama's heart,
Now it wasn't worth the crime,
Sorry, Mama.

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Roy Elkins	Songs with Orange in the Title	12/23/2021