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11-29-13 Thankful I Been By LeVar E. Jones(sp?)
Locked in a room this place about 9 by 12,
hard to move around, don't nobody like jail.
Stare in the mirror, seeing a different man,
a more mature one, living a life that's a scam.
I try keeping it G, but at times I lie,
for I am not perfect, so why do I even try?
Don't need to please anyone, but keep it real,
had high hopes, until I lost all my appeals.
Thought they'll reduce my time, but I'm still here,
but I'm thankful, cause my release date is near.
It's closer than the ones who are serving life,
not going home cause of that damn 3 strikes.
I sweat so heavily, that I soak up my sheets.
Swear I see the grim reaper,standing guard by my feet.
I blink my eyes, and I start to hallucinate,
defeated in battle, in prison surrounded by hate.
Mind tangled up, and my body is worn,
Prison life makes me wish, I'd never been born.
My muscles are weak, my joints battled with pain,
eyes bleed when I cry, too much pressure on the brain.
That's what I go through, while I'm stuck in the pen,
People say I'm crazy when I say I'm thankful I been.
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