Around the world, have you been,
Think you know it all, can only win?
Stand around, watch it all,
You won't feel so damn tall!
You'll quickly learn,
It isn't butter in here they churn.
I heard a shriek, turned to see,
Before my very eyes, murder in the first degree.
These men are animals with certain needs,
One boy bends over, another drops to his knees.
They're sick and they're mean,
It doesn't matter if you're an adult, or just a teen.
In pain someone cried and screamed,
No biggy, It was only a guard getting reamed.
Refusal to pay came from the man's tongue,
He was beat to death, than hung.
One snitched, his sentence was no joke,
A pair of hands showed him how to choke.
Still another ratted, this ended all his fun,
From his throat, like a river, blood did run.
There are laws, they are their own,
Learn 'em quick, else they'll be shown.
The "Weak" do not last,
Break the "Prison Code", you go down fast.
You'll learn a lot, you'll learn it well,
Here it's worse than Hell.
You'll lose your mind, you'll lose your soul,
Be careful, else your heart be stole.
Have you paid attention, did you really hear?
This is the place the Devil himself does fear.
Here I am, fresh out of the penitentiary,
Expected to fit in with society.
I have no wheels, not a trade,
Can't even get into the Army brigade.
I began to take and I began to connive,
This is what we are taught in order to survive.
I heard a click, I heard my name,
Knew it was the end of my game.
I looked around, what did I see?
Six forty-fives staring straight at me.
Once again, I sit behind bars of steel,
Where only Pain, Hate, and Death are real.
The street life may be hard, but it's easier than the joint,
Am I making myself clear, are you getting the point?
This is my story, this is my song,
You may not believe I'm right, but I'm surely not wrong.
I have seen many of lives ruined and destroyed in "time",
Don't call me a liar, for one of them was mine.
You may think life isn't fair and too hard,
But friend, that is only because you haven't been on the...
BOULEVARD
Published June, 1990
"Pretty Boy" of luxurious wealth,
Why the confident walk, sleep of deep beauty?
Do you not know today you marry?
Can you not see the dark of day?
Pain, Hate, and Death the proprietary priests,
Mandating monarchies of red of grey walls,
Rape, overdoses, murder run rampant and free.
Have you any money?
End of war cannot be, it has not begun
There are no warriors, only lost victors.
Time is not known of,
For "time" Is plentiful.
Writ of Habeas Corpus breathes of abysmal tangencies,
Thick putrid air, crimson steel of sour peanut butter.
With heavy of hand frightened horrifying eyes write---
A tune of cruel beauty the fat lady cannot carry.
A toast--BLACK DECEIT!
Published January, 1991
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