Locked for years for crimes committed in sin,
5 to 10 in the states pen;
father here,
brother here;
Most likely die here;
nah,
destined to survive,
awaiting release,
365 days plus 1,
no bodies,
no tatted scars under eyes;
parole day arrive,
talk without Ebonics they look shocked,
dazed,
and confused,
months of abuse,
weeks of the pad plus pen use,
hours on bent knees,
and days of reading,
feeding brain with written words,
disturbed by the lies realized inside the libraries replies;
but continue to feed;
belly begins to swell,
knowledge develop while others kill behind forbidden lust;
exit only,
no fudge packing,
inside cerebral cavity bags packed,
God's night to the wicked ways of past life;
revived amongst killers,
thugs,
punks,
and hoodlums,
political prisoner for revolting
Against the new world order anarchy,
shot for preaching to the preacher
it's wiser to teach them,
locked,
shackled and alienated because my faith could not be tainted,
diluted,
disputed,
or refuted,
now these words,
they attempt to compute it;
Its all good,
it's for the public;
Write so they can feel it,
while knowledge fills them;