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By Coley G.
Prison is a whole different kind of monster
Life moves all around you, but you enjoy none of it, it’s a slow cruel death
Everyday it’s like being suffocated and no matter how hard you try to breathe,
Air is just beyond your reach
Every family picture is missing something as you look at it trying to figure out what it is.
From first days of school, first boyfriends and girlfriends
These moments you never know or ever will know.
Your kind only know the idea of dad but not actually dad.
People die, but long before that you died as you fade into a distant memory.
In their minds your girlfriend is now his girlfriend,
As you sit and wonder does she ever think of me?
Welcome to this cruel monster called prison,
Sometimes I wonder what did I die for, oh I mean come to prison for
Was the money, cars, clothes worth the hurt, shame and pain
Did everyone one night stand, stand for anything
As the song of would’ve , should’ve , could’ve replays daily as the sun fades
So does your humanity, because this prison is trying to make you what it is
Sick, vengeful, hopeless and full of every kind of evil
I’ve witnessed the strongest men crumble
And give in to the monster called prison
So I guess I have to thank God that by his grace I still stand
Yeah somehow I still stand