The Incarcerated's Rant

Nigga’s spittin’ verses
About losin’ another brother
To a curse dat
Seems to inflict only
Those with dark
Skin tones
Lives wasted so
Easy and quickly
It’s almost like we
Rehearse this
In our sleep
And there aint no way to
Reverse it
when we get in too deep
What we dream aint about
Big things
But whether we will have enough
To eat
Or for da mama’s...
if they grown babies
Gone make it pass the evenin’
I see things while I’m sleepwalkin’
Like maybe once upon A time
we use to be kings
Proud warriors who would never cave or
Bend
But dat was “just my imagination runnin’ away
With me again”.
And I'm locked in a furious battle with myself
Strugglin’ to stand tall despite
Walkin’ out da door feelin’ nothin’ but
Two feet small.
But I can’t blame nobody but me
Cause they say “I hold the KEY”
They bein'
Smiley face
Oppressors
With nice brief cases
And pocket protectors
Who venture into my jungle every
Once and awhile to take a survey
On the state of my being
And it all fits in pamphlets from
A to Z
If we only do dis and dat
Things should become easy
But my streets aint fo’
Da weak or da meek .
And I can't get no sleep
so I leave permenent foot prints
in da concrete
and write in color ink on walls
LOST:
now serving number...
I lost count when the total reached
over a million...
SERVED:
10 on a 24 year sentence for
armed robbery
now you think with no education or
job trainin' Ima' become a well functionin'
citizen
only 32 but my life seems
through...
pens been my only home
so what would you do?