Incarcerated, feeling hated. Line up, put your hands behind your back, make sure your shirt’s tucked in with that. Got me feeling like a do needs to be smacked. Got a major, can’t do nothing, the whole week incarcerated. Got me wishing I was home with my family. Telling you to keep your head up, but it’s hard waking up doing the same thing, not making any back. Got me saying double-u-t-f. They threatening to take my points, well take ’em. I still go live it up. It’s just time.
Freedom is something a lot of people don’t have,
taken away quick and never given back.
It’s a shame you can’t have a second chance,
live your fullest, you can never go back.
Your dream can be deep,
but not deeper than the sea.
My love is Freedom,
freedom is these streets.
Where my world is not confined by bars on my windows.
Where my bracelet does not define me by a number on my wrist, oh
Where I could find out where all of the bliss glows!
Where in my mind, I don’t have to come to grips, no.
This is where I can move without asking for permission
Where I can fuse my reality with the life that I envisioned
Where if I lose, at least I had a chance of winning
Where I can cherish life without feeling imprisoned
Sooner than later there will be a day,
where freedom will ring, and I will not stay
Sooner than later, I must include
restaurant dining enjoying my food.
Sooner than later with loved ones I trust,
hands on activities just for the touch.
Sooner than later when inside the ring,
hands cannot hit, when eyes cannot see.
Sooner than later I won’t be a fool,
for I am destined to finish up school.
Sooner than later they will be influenced,
for being all ears and hearing my music.
Freedom open doors no locks
Sadness tears of a broken heart
Jealousy pretty and polished
Determination aiming high
Grief getting through the hurt
Survival making it alone
Luck charms and clover
Happiness flowers and smiles
Love no pain just beauty
Death pitch black no love no hate