Under the Castle

Under the castle hid from all The dungeon was dark, crowded and small Held by our captors hid from view Wasting away as prisoners do The dungeon keeper was the most vile of men Born and bred to punish our sins Outside the children run and play Lost in the excitement of a brand new day My mind drifts back to my days as a child Just a rambunctious boy with a demeanor so wild As I grew older it was clear to see The world was a playground waiting for me I sought all its pleasures tasted its wine Lost sight of my roots as I fell from the vine As I reflect back on all I have seen I allowed myself to become angry and mean I gathered some homeboys my personal crew And proceeded to do what men shouldn’t do Then way deep in my memory I pulled up a name Which, was followed by an ocean of shame To eat of his fruit I had such a hunger So I decided to no longer be a warmonger Separated from my gang I walked alone in the halls Hung my picture of Jesus on my cell wall Fell to my knees and called out his name And released from my soul an ocean of pain That gave me the strength to write out my truth Making me a man who protects the innocence of youth