The Ugly Truth: a poem

To all my

Brothas and sistas

Sitting in jail

It’s not over

Because we’re trapped

In a cell

My heart goes out

To those who

Can’t get bail

And to those that

Can’t touch theirs

Trust me I know it’s

Crazy as hell

Quitters don’t win

And winners don’t quit

So stand up

This is war

I know you’re tired

Of the shit

I’m not speaking

Just to the inside

But the outside too

Cause if you look at

The bigger picture

It could easily

Be you

Fuck a politician

They don’t give a damn

About me nor you

All they want to do

Is control the pain

We go through

They’re the devils

Of the earth

The hands committing murders

The one’s behind screens

Pulling strings

Behind the curtains

The true reason

We’re hurting

So fight for what’s right

Remember…quitter’s

Don’t win nothing

And winner’s don’t quit

So you know in life

You’re worth more than being treated like shit

Stop sitting on your ass

Looking for someone else

To blame

You don’t have to

Go through the obstacle

They place before you

Just think twice

Before you act

Find a better way

To do you

Robbing, shooting and stabbing

Is what they want to

See you do

So you’ll end up behind

These walls like me

Beat them at their game

Take the proper

Way through

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