Institutionalized
The suffering, and pain and the horror stories to tell
From the throws of brimstone to the fires of hell,
I’ve walked through garbage, I have seen real pain
I’ve taken the walk down memory lane.
Evil people, hard people, who like to take life
Memories so real they cut like a knife
And jails, prisons, and institutions insane
From having guns to selling cocaine!
And deep in their world there’s always a cot,
They lock you away, and leave you to rot.
So fight the system my friends, its needed
For life, otherwise just give up, and take on the strife.
So ill leave you my constituents with one final thought,
Fight through all the bull shit, that this system
Has brought!
Copyright © April Ingalls | Year Posted 2017
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