I have me myself and I
No family by my side
I have to hustle to survive
I'm not cryin
I'm just tryin
For you to see
The bed I lie in
On my head
Is branded felon
For some herb
That I was sellin
Moved some weight
From state to state
The feds
DO NOT like an empty plate
I did my time
For my crime
Never dropping dime
FBOP has cut me loose
But around my neck
Still hangs a noose
I admit
I broke the law
Responsibility
I take it all
There was no gun
Held to my head
And yes I know
I made this bed
I left prison
Did not look back
Changed my life
Got back on track
Yet
I can't work here
I cant live there
It's been 15 yrs
But they dont care
With no forgiveness
for my sin
How do I
begin again
For all of you
who also fell
and paid the price
I ring this bell
We made mistakes
We've paid our penance
But
Truth be known
We serve
a
Life sentence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having hustle to survive is very amazing definitely. Wisely drafted and shared.10