Life, Drugs, Jail

Life drugs and jail overcame the young orphan like a ocean
running with his wolves at first now he swimming like a dolphin
in an unkind cell of a sea
wish he had a sea shell or cell by the sea
or he had a big boat and could sail out to sea
because now his own lost life is his own misery
as if he dies in this cage each day piece by piece
constantly trying not to be another mans meat
Another mans lunch
He already been swallowed by Satan
He’s not trying to see the inside of anothers ones guts
Stench of forgotten like the tomb of Rama Tut
Sentenced to rot though not a king like Rama Tut
He just peruses through books and manuscripts to learn of such
Perhaps to find his self
as a king
and find his crutch
Instead of providing fiends with the contents of inside a dutch
He hits the weights and gets burlier
rough up a couple dudes who had gave him trouble earlier
Counting down to the day when he’ll be free of this barrier
Life, Drugs and Jail
Black Man, break free of its barriers

Life, Drugs, Jail

Roscoe Davis III

Baltimore, United States

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Inspired by Latoya Maxwell poem Caught Up.

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