Prison Story

Physically in trapped like an animal fighting to stay alive

But I am only human, struggling to survive

I can’t stand you looking into my eyes

Deceiving my with lies

But, if you do stare

Feel my hunger and despair

I was 18 when my mom died and,

I still want to cry, Instead I bottle it inside

It still comes out along with my pride

Oh God I believe I know why,

At least I thought I did

To live is Christ to die is gain

Yea, Yea I get it

I’m living it, even in prison

My family said they love me

Never came to visit

So I’m as hard as bricks *** I got to be,

Discipline my soul, because my flesh is after me