Incarcerated body, free b4 mind & spirit;
Days turn 2 night & nights turn 2 days,
As time passes, memories start 2 fade.
You start 2 see in only khaki & greys.
13 grand is what we are 2 the state.
Another form of modern day slaves they say.
I say we're victims 2 the cards our hands played.
All we can do is patiently wait & pray.
Relationships are golden,
But you wonder if they're everlasting.
Who's next 2 start packing?
Ten toes down you stand, as the floor around you crumbles.
You mumble curse words under your breath,
As you try not 2 stumble.
Stay humble nowadays is another way of saying you
Bouta get muscled.
Soon this nightmare will be over & my life will
Strive for a new hunger.