It took a lot of searching, but I think I found the poem. It was in the poetry section on the Prison Talk website. This is the link if anyone would like to read more poetry from prison.
http://www.prisontalk.com/forums/arc...php/f-102.html
God's Hotel
I checked you in again last night, My child
Cuz it hurt me so bad to see you out there running wild.
All tired and "sucked up" you appeared to me,
But put a mirror in front of you, and you can't even see.
That you number among the walking dead,
Sores all over your body, confusion in your head.
Jail is not the place you want to be,
But it's my "Hotel" where I can work on thee.
You see you weren't just arrested, you were rescued from, yourself
I had to bring you back here, and put your drug use on the shelf.
Give you some rest, some food,and some talk,
Encourage you and love you, before I let you walk.
Don't be like a mule that's led around by the bit,
just listen to my warnings, and I can help you quit.
This could be the last time you have to come to this place,
just listen to me the creator of all, with tears upon my face!!