what am i?

Where has my life went?

I feel like im living in a torment.

All these years in jail ive spent.

Sleeping in a 6 by 6 smaller than a tent.

Proccessing  in a room with a nasty scent.

I felt like nobody dared to care.

All i wanted was a life that felt fair.

It seems kinda rare... so ima just glare into my own square.

Now that i walk i flock like a hawk.

What time is on the clock?

Is it time to move out this block.

When i talk people wanna mock.

And even have the audacity to stalk.

Ima keep on moving foward cus GOD is my rock.


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