Stuck in this cage my rage is deep
A visceral grief
My mind is goin’ in and out… I can’t see shit!
Four walls, center blocks make up this cell box
That holds me trapped
I pace the concrete floor back and forth
This cell is windowless, it’s dark!
At night I hear voices. They’re whispering
Telling me, just do it
Do what?
Hang-up
This is my reality
The devil is talking to me
My celly is Lucifer himself, and his deception is deep
One hundred thirty years… give it up kid
A suggestion for the week hearted
I’m a lion at heart
The devil will never shake my fate
Will strong, mind right, assiduously I fight
Pen toting, Book reading, I’m praying Lord Forgive me
Long road – I’m traveling in place
Same pace as yesterday
Same scenery as yesterday
The years are blowing away
I’m thirty five
When I arrived, I was Twenty-two
That seems like yesterday
My sight is deteriorating, I can’t see past my nose
This cold cell has me froze…
In place
The devil tells me to Blow
So I blow., A temporary escape from this life of mine
In my bag I write
My pen stroke is deep…
The courts don’t feel me
Fuck ‘Em!
Racist motha fuckas
I don’t feel them! I feel freedom!
I’m trying to reach the world!
So through these bars I yell
Through these bars I write
No matter the way
I will assure that my word is heard
FOR FREEDOM…! YOU HEARD???
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