The Mark

There coming, there coming, there coming for me, I see how they stand there just eye balling me. Sizing me out just waiting for the right time, to take me out, maybe even from behind. Come one, come all come who may, you will never punk me out, I will never sway. Anxiety sets in, adrenalin begins to rise, you dam straight i'm packing, i got someone a surprise. One false move is all it will take, no fear for the consequences, can't afford any mistakes. no time to think when the momnet comes, otherwise i'm history because there is nowhere to run. Still I'm waiting for someone to come, this always happens when your on your own. Pack mentality is the way they survive, with out the pack there noting inside. I won't fall easy, I'll put up a fight, the likelihood of success though is nowhere in sight. But the respect i'll gain by the harder I fall, no longer the mark, this inmate got balls. (24/8/2007 Day after being moved from assessments to a unit... Inside Rimataka Prison) M.Mahauariki © 2007