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Visions of Me In Handcuff

VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF

12 heads near the left center room, 
bystanders watching as the Man with the 
book determine to make my life heaven or 
hell As I stand with my head high in the air, 
but my hands low hoping that he 
understands why I made the choices I 
chose at the time Hoping that he see’s a 
new clear me through this dark skin of 
mine if I could just ask for one more life it 
will be whole lot different Days off for a 
little wondering how I got myself into this 
situation in the first place, seem like I 
woke up here confused and curious Plenty 
light but I’m living a nightmare blink my 
eyes twice hoping I’m dreaming yet no one 
disappears or leave the room How could 
such pressure be on me as an individual 
looking around for answers but no 
explanations standing humble Just 
waiting for the results like STD test 
tapping my feet to the beat of the 
typewriter’s fingers as she performed I 
just wish I were at home watching my 
Kevin Hart DVD still in my TV from the 
other day how did we get to this day Never 
in a million years would I think I would be 
standing here today the embarrassment 
the shame that I have to face Unaware if I 
prove my case I hear the 12 heads 
whispering yet can point out what their 
saying strangling my ears’ Put your hands 
behind your back you have the right to 
remain silent, that’s what I hear the two 
officers behind me say Yet when I turned 
to look I saw neither one of their mouths 
moving confused on what to say so I 
looked forward At the corner of my eye it 
seems I could see the officers watching 
me as one approach me with his cuffs out 
I don’t understand I yell out I didn’t hear 
the juries decision everyone looked at me 
as if they had seen a ghost Relax I told 
myself to ease my nerves what has 
happen to me have I gone insane now my 
head is low and my hands are high 
Praying to god if he get me out of this jam 
I would be the perfect person no more 
sinning just straight faith in him One out 
of 12 of the heads stood up and said we 
as the jury such and such and such 
innocent was all I heard I smile for joy not 
showing much settlement proceeded out 
of the court exit and home on my bed I 
arrived Holding my loved ones again a 
knocked at the door while I tucked them in 
bed looked through the peek hole Not a 
soul in site two seconds later a kicked to 
the door I grabbed my little ones disclosed 
their location A final kicked to the door 
leave them in the house with a call to the 
cops already in place makes the 45 come 
down from the safe Enemies behind me as 
he holds the Barron to my neck asked 
where is the money then placed the cuffs 
on my wrist

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