mass incarceration
No need to tell me
that I am free
As still I sit here
In these chains
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?
Fred
George, Malcolm, & Che
Have been my guiding light
As my world turns.
Sitting in the same cages
They sat in before me
Reading the words they left
“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!
I’m cut from what James Farmer built.
Congress, what are you forgetting about CORE?
If I belong to what made William Garrison,
Why is the next candidate in a seat not
Fully reforming?