Woke in a box, no light, just grey—
Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay.
Wasn’t framed. I earned my time.
Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime.
Name was gone. They gave me a tag.
Fought for smokes, respect, a rag.
Learned to stare with a deadman’s face,
Learned the rules of a lawless place.
Every night: screams, shanks, sweat.
Dreams don’t grow...
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