As i sit here and think,
about the day i'm set free.
I realize that im so institutionalized,
this means nothing to me.
...
When we were younger,
we use to have animosity for each other.
We were worst of enemies,
even though we were brothers.
...
Locked Up
As i sit here and think,
about the day i'm set free.
I realize that im so institutionalized,
this means nothing to me.
How can i be positive,
when surrounded by hostility and hate.
Constantly being told,
Incarcerations my fate.
How can change come about,
by being excluded from all i know.
Seperated by friends and family,
forced to live with my foe's.
People just cant comprehend,
why my past is so hard to let go.
but how can i possibly leave,
the only life i know
They wonder why i do drugs,
why i surpassed sobriety.
But have they stoped to looked,
at todays society.
It's a daily strugle,
for me to be optomistic.
After being in the system,
and seeing the statistic's
But this is my destiny,
or so i'm told.
I did what i did,
now my carma comes 10 fold.