The wind blows, the sun glows,
I hear crows, a dead rose,
It seems cold,the world molds,
i see loads, of dead roads,
My eyes hold,Stories told,
by the old,it unfolds
And My past,seems to last,
A brick wall and i gasp,
I Look up and i grasp,
Cement bricks while i cast,
Myself up,i give up,
Its enuff!....yeaa.. its enuff..listen...yo..
These grey walls seem to b my shadow,
im cast away in this place in a boat..with no paddle,
how am i suppose to b victorious when i cant even battle!,
the chances of me breakin out here seem suicidal,
But then again i guess i never solved lifes riddle,
i wanna go btween these barriers like im the middle,
Just alittle more and my life sentence will disappear,
never thought jail would ever b my tomb but yet i dont fear,
Now i sit back while i taste the salt of my tears,
I guess its true what the news saids..the end is near....im the worst one.
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