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
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…
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
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???