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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