by Troytribe

Where to begin
All ain't good in the hood
When our opinion
Is to be soldiers in the state pen
What is really happening?
Canít see why some donít comprehend
Our mental's rotating in a turbulent spin
Unable to turn or blend
Sinking fast like wounded dolphins
The county blues isnít a fashion trend
Like baggy, saggy jean & blinging medallions
Its equivilent to a sin
Wishing to be an element of prison
Eating the toxin waste of itís vitamin
Margins are small region
Fitted to the shackle as a second skin
So no matter how much we pretend
Be free from the tree swing in the wind
Come correct and make amend
Donít get me wrong
Some do belong
But we all can still ascend

Prisoners by Troytribe

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