Looking at my cell wall and thinking how did i slip and fall? ow well now I finally got time to dwell on the thoughts while im in this box, thats a positive. Im gonna read the bible and get my up my knowledge and maybe grow as a person, maybe be a better one when i get out no doubt, my cell wanna talk but i really dont have nothing to talk about, im just gonna lay my head and dream of a better place, hell is where i wanna escape, i know its up to me to erase my past and make a new future, maybe this time a future that i can look and feel good at last, if god wants me to go through the stage then i accept his challenge then when im free im gonna ask him "now can you please turn the page" its what you been through that makes you, then i should be already made but the world still got me on the cabinet full of self hate and rage, what more can i say? i know after this for sure happy days are not far away. My past was cold, my present the judge sold, my future is now on hold until I get free, real people only read this, thats the ones who are always behind me and with me, this poem is for them, they can only hold us for a period of time, we all know its hard to walk the line when you gotta do crime to get what you need for the night, next time ill be more on sight and self aware until i get this life right, but going against the judges is like bring a knife to a fucking gun fight, next time ill bring a flash light in that dark court room so maybe they will listen to what i gotta say instead of telling im not able to fight for mine, fuck the jail system and their so called rights, fuck your system and because it i gotta sleep in this cell and fantasize myself out of hell tonight. I got to much love for everybody and they can hold me but they will never control me, im white boy crazy, the end..A.M.F.A.C.baby!!