Thursday, February 5, 2009

Caged...

I'm locked up in this system

Still remain of victim

Of screams that aren't heard

Feel locked up like Tweety Bird

Still the confusion

Locked by fusion

What the hell is a Dannon Frusion

I have come to accept the terms of who I am

But still wonder if I need a helping hand

The sands of time are almost spent and done

I came with all and left with none

What have I become

Other still lives

But society doesn't give

A flying monkey for who I am

I am a hoodlum because I'm a young black man

Who tries to embrace the streets that he hates

Who no longer takes his father's fate

I'm a caged animal who hungers for the wild

And not a jungle of stone

Prays for the answers to why he's alone

Back on the ropes stuck between a rock and a hard place

Makes jokes on family cause they're a head case

Still the boy locked up within

He doesn't know where to begin

Because how did he start

But now he's locked up in his mind

Can't trust what's behind

So he looks to a future he can't see

Living a present that can't be

Because he's locked up and nowhere to go

And he wants the freedom that he will never know

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