PRISONPENN.COM FROM THE INSIDE OUT

By Todd Brockington

I rose with the sun,
Yawned, stretched and strove for the one
Thing that I could get my day started
That be freedom like used to rest in apartment 6I,
Bravehearted, shit I faced the odds wit squinted eyes
Graveyarded many ties to minimize fake shit these nigaz try and legitimize
It’s basic, the tension you can taste it
Teeth clenching cause rubbbin’ shoulders wit lames too abrasive
Need mention, if I eat it ima’ shit it
If I breed it I beget it
My release is my objective and that only increases my perception
Cause the beast can be kinda deceptive
That’s why weed is kindly accepted, to forge they focus
The walls, they close in, I’m claustrophobic
I lost the motion
But the movement still afloat
If ya frequency wideband know you in tune wit’ what a killa wrote.

The present presents a dim image of the future
From livin in the scrimmage I’ve needed plenty of them sutures
That’s just the initial shit
I co-signed a lot of it but the doe initialed it
Took the initiative, went through rigorous crook conditionin’
With punishin’ consequences, which only expedited my demise
You know the rest duke
Now it’s like I’m just lookin’ and listenin’ sort of deaf mute
Lookin’ at issues that sort of press you
Faced wit a course that’s hard to get through
Know what the stress do
When possibilities of success seem to no longer exist due
To the fact that body bids subdued a niga back
For a lot of years, that aime refuses to give back
Solitary figure, confined but it’s alright to assume I’m still intact
When my body is exhumed I’, presumed to make a real impact
The speech is figuratively, I’m what the streets is missin’ it seems