Trapped Poem by Craig Mize

On the inside I feel like a caged animal lost of all stamina
Trapped in a state of being, addicted to this life of sin.
Staying up late into the night until the moonlight embraced the day
Staying high on weed and alcohol trying to erase the pain away,
Having to see people hooked on this little piece of crack rock
Until they are willing to sell their soul for another hit of that blow
Can someone anyone tell me when this is going to stop?
I hate it when I see these young women walking these streets
Until they get blisters like mountains on the bottom of their feet.
Or seeing these women walking around like some kind of zombie
Getting high with their babies as they sleep in their mommies tummies
They say that it is just the rules and life in the dope game
But it's a game that you will never win
You will just be another pawn trapped in this life of sin.