Jail
Going back to jail? Damn in what did I fail? The thought of going back gives me goosebumps
and turns me pale. What am I doing wrong that I might go back? I chill in the streets but
dont sell weed or crack. All I do is walk around like a zombie, so I wonder ''damn why me''?
I'm damn near happy, ready to settle down and start a family. Why would they take away
my freedom? Isthis gods plan for me? I cant go back to a place where I have no rights,
where i can hardly sleep at night, where everyday is a struggle and a fight. I wont make it
this time, I will defenantly start to lose my mind. I wont be learning a lesson, I'll die
inside...I'll be dead, but alive!!!!
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