Deserving of the label of criminal
Put behind bars before I was born
You were still a man, still my uncle
Some say that people do not change
But you are proof that they are wrong
And the repentance which change takes
Knelt in prayer on concrete floors
Shadows of bars on words of freedom
You were an example to me of faith in hardship
My entire life you were labeled a criminal
I should have written this before it was too late
I have always been proud to call you uncle.