The reality of my life is that I’m a caged animal.
This cage is where I’m living, eating, sleeping,
and waking up every morning weeping…
They’ll confine/cage me in a coffin that’ll separate
me from the outside…
Outside where a butterfly flies freely
Yet, I’m inside & outside is where I should be,
being that I’m INNOCENT & have repented
for the sins I’ve committed,
being committed and devoted to Allah is
what I’m doing,
relinquish all hope of being released is
what’s soon to happen…
The charges against me are inaccurate
and I’m not in debt to society…
Yet, all of this is my reality.
The reality of my life is that I’m a caged
Drinking up all the Danimals back home
is what I miss…
Missing me back home is what my mom is
doing, enduring pain and grief as if
I’m feeling like I’m dead,
I’m feeling like I’m dying…
If I die in this cage A.K.A grave,
I pray 2 Allah my soul to take.
This will serve as my testament.
I’m no hoodlum, I’m a revolutionist…
I with a profound passion hate the New World
Order regime era; we are ALL living in.
They’re reckless & relentless on becoming a
New God or Religion…Illuminati…it’s NOT
a conspiracy theory…That’s what I believed in…
The day I wake to see the light…
I want it to be a celebration. For I’m at last
FREE…FREE of ALL Reality.
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