Prison 2 Poem by phillip dalsing

i went back to prison
times where the same nothing different
same guards same inmates same messed up situation
is this the time i fulfill my destiny
or will i go back an r.i.p
Rest In Prison
not rest in peace
is this screwed up life meant for me
seems like it been in out
always had the littlle guy inside who wanted to shout
but i suckered punk him an would not let him out
he learned his lesson an kept buried
but hes getting stronger an the devils getting scared
little dude did a lot of push up
now hes bigger then a grizzly bare
im tired of this life im on my last hair