Mules
Alcatraz was built for this escape,
pass me the bars I’ll break them again.
As I flow the words move off script,
jazz on the lows send ink to my pen.
Rules cannot keep the abstract at bay,
schools teach and breed nonconformity.
Tools are as good as their playground,
mules like the mind demand to be free.
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