Prison Song

the bars are not set firm
although they are of fired steel
risin and fallin, infirm
expandin and contractin
like actions reactin
like Gods breath of life
moving in time with rib cage

there is no time like prison time
where the few freedoms by the man granted
are bleached away with a single flush
a disinfected pine smelling gush
the mark of a man tattooed
man forced on man like bitches
rules apply snitches get stitches
shanks approved

the singin stoollie's song
is not prevented by bars
but accumulates razor scars
no one sings along
with this rapper from the crapper
silenced sweetly
when death come callin

I will sing a song of freedom
tis music to my own ears
caged or uncaged
for sure it falls on deaf ears
stony, is the path I walk on
imprisoned or not
for a gangsta killing spree
I will never be free

my constant desire to sing
does not depend on anything
the cage is what we surround us in
its all in the mind
I hits the rewind
on cruelly clipped wings
this caged bird still sings
still no freedom it brings