My violence was not silence

The rats ate the walls, ate the clothes You could hear them baring teeth and boring holes And there was a sign outside the window But not a sign from God, it read “Win tickets for your family” When had I last seen? I woke up one morning with rats outside my cell The guard out there yelled out for me to go to hell I would’ve stuck my arm out and punch his face out But a rat had bit me and a couldn’t call for help They told me to tell the truth I told them they’ve got rotten tooth The whole place stinks of hypocrisy My whole life far away can’t help me Guess solidarity supposed to make me feel new But the rats here make me want to start a coup Tears feel frozen like an ice fire Causing trouble keeps me out of the real game Think causing fire, Illegal own of crocodiles, General role in gun violence And satanists and scary guys. So, the last time I had a cry was when I first got here. Where did my sight go I left it with my honeygold Where did my life go My words shut down that road. A fire a fire my cell is on fire The rats are screaming Jesus And the flames are getting higher I am looking down with hope Praying to the sign outside Hoping for a different life Maybe to get back to mine I woke up that morning with piss between my legs, tears on my pillow And a rat outside a glass window not bars of steel.