Wasted Time

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Wasted Time

I'm looking at the rust on the gate of prison fence saying to myself this s*** is getting old I'm in jail again another war story told feel the breeze it's getting cold I'm locked up in the hole surrounded by Metal and Rock I got soul but my spirit feels like spoil bread with green mold better yet like a ring made of gold in a pig's nose I suppose I should suffer for what I did to those victimized by the crimes that I chose so as it goes I'm a dying rose in the concrete feeling the pain locked away like a slave's domain ball and chain away from the warm sunshine and wet rain let me explain I'm praying for my heart to change my heart beat is strange I'm massaging my chest I feel tired gotta lay down and rest if I wake up I'm blessed if I take up time I find less reasons to live so yes I hope God forgives cuz Lord knows how I miss my kids like the mothers of Tupac and Bigg I should've stayed in the crib holding my seed while my Wiz made hot beef ribs there it is yah dig this is not what it is this is not where it's at 3 hots and a mat a jumpsuit a few packs of Ramen soups and some snacks and overall that I'm trapped controlled told when to eat,sleep,shit,piss what I can or can't have no touch,hugs,kiss squat,spread,cough, cut all your hair off to top all that I'm cuffed waist, ankles and wrist this is not the vision of my decision I made when I chose to do the crime this was the fine that I paid and now the time being confined like a african slave has me locked in a box where the cell is my grave for a grave mistake you say it's gravy you fake debate on what's better fed time or the state that statement holds no weight loss me on that saying I'm getting my weight up and I'm getting back shining like jack Nicholson you crazy chasing the mother of your baby that's shady yelling and screaming what have you done for me lately no commissary, mail,visits and phone calls shakey saying I love you then turn and ask her have you forgave me? for being away from you and the baby now it's trust me you promise this last time maybe wasted time.

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6 years ago

part #2. coming soon...this was a test drive

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6 years ago

I'm looking at the rust on the gate of prison fence saying to myself this s*** is getting old I'm in jail again another war story told feel the breeze it's getting cold I'm locked up in the hole surrounded by Metal and Rock I got soul but my spirit feels like spoil bread with green mold better yet like a ring made of gold in a pig's nose I suppose I should suffer for what I did to those victimized by the crimes that I chose so as it goes I'm a dying rose in the concrete feeling the pain locked away like a slave's domain ball and chain away from the warm sunshine and wet rain let me explain I'm praying for my heart to change my heart beat is strange I'm massaging my chest I feel tired gotta lay down and rest if I wake up I'm blessed if I take up time I find less reasons to live so yes I hope God forgives cuz Lord knows how I miss my kids like the mothers of Tupac and Bigg I should've stayed in the crib holding my seed while my Wiz made hot beef ribs there it is yah dig this is not what it is this is not where it's at 3hots and a mat a jumpsuit a few packs of Ramen soups and some snacks and overall that I'm trapped controlled told when to eat,sleep,shit,piss what I can or can't have no touch,hugs,kiss squat,spread,cough,cut all your hair off to top all that I'm cuffed waist, ankles and wrist this is not the vision of my decision I made when I chose to do the crime this was the fine that I paid and now the time being confined like a slave has me locked in a box where the cell is my grave for a grave mistake you say it's gravy you fake debate on what's better fed time or the state that statement holds no weight loss me on that saying I'm getting my weight up and I'm getting back

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