Being Imprisoned

(collab of Shaman and Prophet)


These damp cold walls are my life,
Cold bars never offer fire's warmth
I'm here by the stab of a knife,
Behind these steel bars, my spirit's malformed

The greatest cage of all
Is a man locked within himself,
Looking back at the "great fall"
Putting his dreams up on a shelf

I'm serving a five year sentence,
For being in the wrong place in time.
I'm viewed as a societal menace.
Not worth a nickel, nor a dime.

I am where I am, but not because of me.
In truth, I'm a victim of circumstance.
Where I'm from, there are no guarantees
And I'm judged by fear, at first glance.

Yet a part of me screams from within,
There are no victims in life, just choices,
Some say we are all guilty, riddled with sin
Then we stand tall, and raise our voices

That is when we are beaten down again
Told to stand in line, to train our demon
to a different calling, Praying---AMEN!
Relive the past, the path of the free man

Daily, I'm reminded of my struggle,
Tomorrow's hope isn't here for today.
Looking inside there's nothing but trouble.
Swallow the pill to make it go away.

Reconciling the past -- that's the trick, son.
To remember where I came from before.
Starting at the end, and backward I run.
Awakened and standing my ground once more.

In here, let your strength grow,
But don't let your hopes get out of control
Live in the dark; life's not a show.
They may own your body; you still got your soul.

They can't take that away from me,
I find me singing to myself,
The struggle to be free
Was lost on a mission for wealth

And once again, every now and then
I’m reminded of my origin
When people judge me for where I’ve been
And not for the person that I am.

So let he next learn from this,
The truth about my imprisonment.
And know that it’s not all sugar and bliss,
And the illusion of freedom is all but spent.