I don’t confess to the handcuffs
with the lights swirling around
the sounds just pull over and give up
I’ve been through the fear of no more future
Knowing spreading the truth will only put myself on death row on the streets
keepin' watch
take another hit
singing to the songs rolling through the speakers
letting the excitment build
not afraid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem