Am I Really Free

I thought about my older brother when I wrote this One morning I woke up and my bed was now a king size, No more chow lines and my wisdom[wife] was puttin' in kitchen work and I was blessed to gaze into my queens eyes, She prepared a good breakfast & I swallowed my feast Then I hit the rain closet and came out smelling like Hugo Boss and I'm appreciating my new attire, Praise God no more D.O.C. suits, kites no more roll calls or pass the wire, So I put on my armor, ready to face the outside world with my best battle cry, " I'm Free " But I remembered I was on parole and somedays it's like being up manuer creek solo with no paddle I, Use my survival tactics from studying the boulevards theatrics and with confidence I straddle my, War horse for the rough ride plus I sharpen up my weapon of choice, I know victory is the key So I illustrate it through voice, I don't gallop as I eagle eye the hood, The change lets me know I went from platinum status to wood, I briefly reminisce on when the time was good, The hawk's present so I pop the collar on my 6lb coat, Chip getters & the thick chick sweaters stalk the block and hounds quote, Each others psudonems, some issuin' the news, If you part of the society that lives by the ' Quiet Code ' you stay true to them I hear the ghetto winds whistlin' the blues, See city life plays a cold tune and ' No Love ' is the bass line, So when my mind rewinds I realize that sometimes prison V.I's[visits] is your only source of face time, That's why I have much love for my peers doing much time on tiers, See hard time & yard time keeps your mind on clear, And you must conquer all your fears, In this, frigid world that's been gelid for years, So for all my loved ones who couldn't be here, I toast to the ' Most High ' and spill liquors and beers, Because i'm back in the outside world But am I really free?