Any convict with half a brain will tell you
Only two reasons to be incarcerated
Love and stupidity
Maternal twins
So close in identity
There often mistaken
Answering to eachothers name
Unless you’ve done hard time
Your just and inmate
Convicts know how to carry themselves
But there’s a misconception amoung convicts
The world is a prison without walls
And what you do in there
Youll do out here
I don’t talk about this much
I almost miss it
First fight
Monday night football
Dallas verses new York
Giants won
I lost
New cell
Andre, bezo, and james moton decided
I really need to learn how to fight
Everyone in the sixteen bed dorm
Wrapped hands in towels
I
The monkey in the middle
Learned to duck and swing
Take a punch
While delivering two
Huntsville
Three weeks of one hundred and eighteen degrees
You would hear a concession
Of toilets flushing
Like musical instruments
As men
Cooled feet
In the same metal bowl
They’d shit in
At night
You could see the second tier reflection
In fifteen foot windows
Everchill
A five foot baldheaded frame
Grab bars
Bounced on tippy toes
As we free styled battle flows
Holding whole conversations in rhyme scheme
While other cells pounded beats
Using pens to metal desk
Fist to steel walls
And black men
Sounding like they should’ve been singing songs for God
Dropped chorus lines and hooks
About finding redemption in being born again crooks
And I…..almost miss this
There’s a literati
Who’s intellect surpasses a dropped out educational profile
Search out young men smart enough to use the information passed to them
Distinguish each other by mason codes
What are you searching for
I’m searching for the light
How far have you come
As far as east is from west
My cellie
Seventeen years for stabbing two white men to death
Said if I ever repeated these things
He’d kill me
My last night, he asked me
You going to miss us
Aint you youngster
The parties the comrodary
Yea I replied
Do you know what institutionalized is youngster
The prison without walls isn’t the world outside
But the world of your mind
It’s the idea of possessing things you don’t own
Wak into a classroom calling a desk yours
Hustle on the block
You call it yours
They assign you a cell
You call it yours
How do you fight an idea youngster
Especially one as ingrained in the mind as institutionalization
With another idea
Don’t ever miss us youngster

on’t ever miss this
Fight that idea
Because if I ever see you in here again
I will make you my bitch
I will sell your ass for a moon pie
Make you a product of this institution
And
I don’t talk about this much
I usually say
I was locked up for my love of stupidity
But if you insist
Ill let you know
Its really a bad idea