THUG LIFE : JAIL

Mon, 09/07/2015 - 19:43 -- anuelnd

I took a drag
Burning off the greens n paper
Inhaling one of natures gifts
Then it happened
'Freedom is in your hands'
Running like my legs were heavy
Looking like my eyes were blind
I was caught n cuffed
Oh no, I'm going to jail
'Freedom is in my hands'
Searched like a bomber
Beaten like a robber
I was thrown in a cage
Alongside nine others
'Freedom is in your hands'
Dirty and starved
Days and nights
I stayed, striped off my rights
In a dark old cell with no light
'Freedom is in my hands'
Hidden in the darkest hour
I had to make some calls
Lost the fake friends
N knew the real ones
'Freedom is in your hands'
Now I'm out
Out to face the world
Out to be a new man
My freedom is mine

This poem is about: 
Me

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