Lived It.
Burning sensations going through my arm
Turning Frustration flowing to cause harm
Weight on my back is getting out of hand
Fate drawn on a plaque, betting it’s planned
Scream in pain, begging just to be released
Stream of ripped skin, veins & it starts to increase
Left of me, have yet to know, still I stay for more
Thefts of the free, forget a show, fulfill & lay in sores
Sit & pray, as I heal & feel the cuts, there’s no remorse
Quit it seems gray, the steel shuts, no pay, work by force
Stuck behind bars, as the wounds open and bleed
Luck blind as daylight stars, I cope n try to plead
Just want out, try to hide my fear & try to act fine
Must shout, deny the side tears, why must I do time
I feel a tear or two drip down the side of my face
Its real fear, on a trip…no so why am I in this place?
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