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lyfe
i see the world between bars of cold steel
trapped behind a life unlived i see a world i cannot feel
cold gray wall conveys ehcoes of my dismay
life without parole is my faith i have no need to pray
Guilty
guilty
guilty
those words were constantly repeated
proving once again im just a nigga
and poor street bound niggas will always be defeated
guilty
i cheated and got caught
product of my environtment was my only excuse
you should have heard the courtroom laugh
then i told them the stories of my youth
how my birth was the proof that
even when crack cocanine is mixed with blood
a healthy child can be produced
atlease in a physical sense
but its hard for them to see
the moral confidences that i lacked
how at times i felt as if the world was stacked up against me
and how being a minority
with low self priority
is a deadly mix in a society that victomizes the weak
this was my bleak disposition
so it was of no surprise
when these concrete streets became the necessary transition i had to make
i had to separate myself from a world
that was design to illiiante my identity
because in my reality
fear is greater than being respected
and being rejected by my family
only lead to me being accepted by those
who were also being affected
by a world that did not connect
with the neglected
i cemented my name into the bowels of society
no longer a minority my anxitity made me new born
the tattos on my arms painted pictures
of me grasping the world in my palms
i was free
they say freedom is another word
for having nothing left to lose
and me i had only to gain
my brain was a mixture of crack cocanie
with a dash of compressed propane ready to explode
into the viens of those who could not contian
there own self destruction
and my desire
my desire
was to conspire new ways to increase there consumption
beacuse in a world with a torelrace for coruption
if you pull the right strings the reprocutions
will have a minimal effect
but its funny
its funny how it doesnt matter
how much your criminally affect your own
but as soon as you step outside that zone
your suddenly considered a threat
and the so called conections you once had
loses complete respect
questions
is my incarceration a a conciquences
of me supplying narcotics to the upper
class of this population
was broading my demographic
that problomatic to the social esteem
and if so
why was it acceptable when i was intoxicating
those who had already lost there dreams
am i
are we the victims of natural selection
young, black, poor semi illiterate
no concept of derection
or am i just reflection of socieites
lack of connection
no
then answer me this
whys there more guns and drugs in the ghettos
than children with a proper education
whys there a war being faught for demcracy
when the true hipacracy is that
our inner cities have a crippled foundations
whys the government so preoccupied with resolving
the conflicts of imploding nations
when solving the homeless situation
should be a priority over interatioal relations
why are my observations leading me to the fact
that even when we cast our vote
to fight economic deprovation
the results only confirm
that we are still living under sever segrogation
to me
this is the fullest extent of mental suffaction
but please dont think im tring to use my social exploration
to diter from the fact that im the reason for my own incarcerations
but try to ponder on this simple equation
image being concived in a world minus that perental formation
now add the psycological fustration of being confined
behind boundries that pomotes sociological limitations
what implications do you think will arise
you see when the disenfrachised become socially compromised
there cries tend to breed negative resentment
and with a lack of a political comittment
these streets become our permanent residents
so am i a victim of my environment
you can be the judge of that
but clean up these streets for a day as an experiment
and see if the crime rate would comletely drop
