R.Corey
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Inmate: Dexter Talib Johnson
Sentenced: April 1984
Crime: First Degree Rape & Attempted Murder
Released: August 1996
Early Release: Due to rehab' program
I feared freedom when I thought my reason could be taught
Why I took innocence from others when my own could not be bought
To the highest bidder come forth, I regret my evil actions
Raping a mother and daughter did not give me the satisfaction
That I craved for days in klaxon, when would death finally sound?
Looming for hours on the ground hoping they’d never be found
On a sin permitted to be bound, from the pits and downs of quarries
Lying beneath the branches of Hollis, there was Alice & her Molly
How remorseful is a “sorry”? It’s energetic but pathetic to know
Inside the mind of an apology is a dangerous lust waiting to grow
& Shit I don’t know, if I’ve finally got over my fetish for pain
One thing I learnt from confinement is that I’ll never be the same
See I gained a fragile grain, which was to grasp life in rations
Regain the society passion on how to live with what happens
In the daily grind I’m mappin’, where I should go from here
As I leave the place I love, a gulp appears & a tear draws near
Still hanging on for dear.. life.. Eclipse the strife of the past
Banged up in Philly, committed in Delaware, how will it last?
As I walk up my path, I sense the very haunting which I loathe
My mind and door slam in darkness as my door has just closed
"What?, who's there? wh wh where are you?"
“Don’t forget.. Blow a kiss.. Blow a kiss”
.. In a dark room, back to the wall, besides a door
I Wont be denied the score; see, I redesigned the core-
Of my heart to be cold blooded, but I’m still new to this
It’s easier since noone will care if they loose the prick...
I rationalize, when the handle starts to move and shit
He walks in and doesn’t see me.. Then I blew the kiss,
& kicked the door shut.. then he ran to the light switch
But I cut him off & as he met my blade, he cried; “Bitch”
With a hi pitched screech that made me jump back..
And with a 9 inch in his stomach, his emotion runs flat
He hits the ground, so I cut the lights on to unpack
Only to run back to his limp body, smothered in red...
“Dexter Talib Johnson, finally we meet again”, I said...
“Remember!?.. Well, guess what; Your buddie’s back!”
He didn’t give a reply, but I straddled his bloody lap
“Remember blowing kisses as you raped me, fucker!?”
“Remember me saying stop & you’d reply: make me, love!?r”
“Well!.. Well!.. I’m Back, and here to abuse you, prick!”
And in a crying fit, my next knife removed his dick...
I don’t remember stripping him, or the torture, right?
But the funny thing is, I know it happened that night...
All I remember of the torture is me growing colder & colder
As I Insanely screamed “make me, lover!.. Over and over
...I got off of his bloody, disfigured body & moved to split
But before I left his dick-less body... I blew a kiss
“12 years in prison wasn’t enough for rape, anyway...”
I said to the jury, “I’ll do life for killing scum like him, any day”
-28 year old, Alice Day, from the witness stand,
at her first degree murder trail in January of ‘97.
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