Life's Penitentiary

She used to view me as her greatest accomplishment
Over the years that sentiment went from sugar to shit
I must admit that I'm affected by it each and everyday
That's why you'll occasionally see me use it in my wordplay

I must obey my spirit; relinquishing it of its burning pain
And lingering thoughts of her saying I should've been slain
No need for cocaine; poetry's the plug for my dope
I consume it habitually in order to effectively cope

They say don't drop the soap in the showers of life
Yet there's no hope in being immune to the impact of strife
Getting shanked with a knife in Life's Penitentiary
Will inevitably happen from your enemies and some family

It's a delusional fantasy to believe anything to the contrary
Our affluency can't delete the pain embedded in our story
Just try to enjoy the calms before the forecast of storms
For there to be joy there has to be pain; that is the norm