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Sanity
I sit in here on this cold cement thinking
about what I did and how I was going to
get back at the person that got me In this
fuckin place,
How I was going to make their life hell
the way they made mine.
I was So young too young to have made it my first
time being detained and to be treated like a con,
The shitty food 5 hours of being institutional
and nothing to sleep and hopefully dream
of what you'd hope to be when you wake up.
But whenever a deam felt so surreal,
it was just a lie that took you down more
than before you fell asleep.
Reality was all to real to accept,
it was a criminalized justice that fucked up
the inmates around me
they just couldn't keep it together,
these guys just went fuckin nuts after being here
so long.
I remembered who I was though
and thats how i got out the exact way i came in.
about what I did and how I was going to
get back at the person that got me In this
fuckin place,
How I was going to make their life hell
the way they made mine.
I was So young too young to have made it my first
time being detained and to be treated like a con,
The shitty food 5 hours of being institutional
and nothing to sleep and hopefully dream
of what you'd hope to be when you wake up.
But whenever a deam felt so surreal,
it was just a lie that took you down more
than before you fell asleep.
Reality was all to real to accept,
it was a criminalized justice that fucked up
the inmates around me
they just couldn't keep it together,
these guys just went fuckin nuts after being here
so long.
I remembered who I was though
and thats how i got out the exact way i came in.
Published 7th Aug 2010
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