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Lost
10/8/2021

As a young kid doing crazy things just to fit in,

Who would have thought I’d end up in the pen?

Blinded by tears like broken gears,

You can see the fear,

Momma’s boy, he wasn’t built for this,

All you have now are your fists to survive.

I should have ignored the voices,

We all have choices,

In this world you’re either a wolf or a sheep

Strong or the weak,

Put the puzzle pieces together,

You have to stand on your own two feet,

Waist deep.

It’s never too late,

Just bow your head and pray.

You could feel the flame,

Each day is filled with pain,

We’re living in hell,

Stuck in a hot cell, God is our only bail.

Crazy He was nailed to a cross for our sins,

But most of us still refuse to stand tall for Him.

Lost without my kids,

Please forgive me Daddy should have never signed up for this.

Family and friends, even my soulmate faded at the end,

But it’s all part of doing time in the pen.

Shattered dreams and no hope with no support,

It’s cutthroat! So don’t choke. Sorry for taking life as a joke.

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