incarceration
“What’s up nephew?! What you in here for?
I see much of myself in you, this place seem to have a revolving door.
I was your age when I caught my first adult bid.
“They” say juvy joints don’t count, I guess because I was just a kid.
But the doors look the same plus the locks haven’t changed.
It is what it seem, this place have a revolving door, it’s a shame!
Beyond these walls is a path that leads
to contentment, when put in the right environment,
Beyond these walls is the joys of pleasure
that can last forever,
Beyond these walls is the freedom to roam
without being controlled by others…
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.
Life is what I’m living behind these Prison Walls
Prison life a pressure, keep my back against the Wall
Separation and Death from loved ones, companions, and friends
There’s no place like home,
Instead, the streets I chose to roam,
There’s no place like home.
I wish the older guys in the community would have taught me or
Shown, the time I’m doing is hard and long.