Oh ye of the rotating minds
 And big rubber balls
 Come with us and juggle
 Inside San Quentin walls.
We throw the balls to heaven
 Hoping no mistakes
 They go arcing past the guntowers
 Oh what trips they take

Will they be my salvation
 Will they help me on parole
 I'm afraid I cannot tell you
 I guess I just don't know.
But when the balls are spinning
 When it's me that's in control
 It's 0 points San Quentin
 2 points for the convict soul.

by Harvey Gauntt, July 1990, San Quentin State Prison