More Than My Crime


I am more than my crime,
I am more than my crime,
I had to say it twice,
Because if I’m lying, I’m dying.

I am a son to my mother,
A sibling to my sisters and brothers,
A dad to my children,
But is anyone listening?

My crime doesn’t define me,
Even though my conviction may stand,
I am “Pa Pa” to my grandchildren,
And to my Bae…I’m just her “Man”.

I am more than my crime,
And EVERYONE will see,
That I’m more than my crime,
And I’ll prove it once I’m free.

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