- In my mind, there’s a boy
who exists in chains.
Inside a cold, dark room
of painful solitude
is where he will remain.
Behind these walls
the sorrow is inevitable.
as relentless as
the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt & dark,
brainwashed,
and hopelessly blind.
Prisons are packed
with crowded spaces,
lifers and guards with
hollow hearts
afraid of changes,
and weakened wills
become complacent.
yet, I maintain with patience,
time can limit
but not shatter my will,
strength blazed across my chest,
as solid as
penitentiary steel,
but the silence speaks,
it tells me all I need to hear,
It confirms my beliefs & its
promises I have to fear.
It reminds me that without
freedom, I’m alone.
And these whitewashed walls
don’t make up
for blackened souls.
I’ve given 95% of my boys
a handshake than a pound,
before they were either locked
down or buried off
in cemetery grounds.
What I’ve done is who I am,
but who I am is what I do now
I won’t let up or cease
to fight.
Just time,
I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right
lies within me.
I’m learning to
appreciate my struggle
for it would be hard to find
the joy of accomplishment
without it.
We live and we learn.
We rise and we fall.
Like the heartbeat
of a sleeping giant
with bitter-sweetness dreams.
STAY UP, NEVER DOWN.
(movie- Jamesy boy)
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