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2-29-16
By LeVar E. Jones
Way Back When
Way back when, everything was peaches & cream
You can't walk around and try to sell me a dream
When I've walked through nightmares with demons creepin'
Standing over me and corner my room when I'm sleepin'
Growing up in the hood, life was great
Way back when! I never envisioned prison gates
I never envisioned gun towers, red & blue lights
Never envisioned pepper spray and race war fights
I never envisioned leaving my son all alone
I never envisioned I'll be in prison and my dad is gone
Growing up in the hood, I seen a lot of gang violence
I never envisioned a gavel slam. Bam! 21 years of silence
Fighting for my life, I never through would be
But I can't blame them! The guilt is all on me
Way back when, I never thought about prison blue
Made by inmates in a PIA prison slaving for a cent or two
I never envisioned being placed inside of a cell
Way back when, I never thought I'd see inside a jail
Here it is 15 years later: mom was sick, dad has died
My son I've abandoned, trying to count the times I've cried
I don't think when we were 5 we envisioned the pen
We were only trying to live! Way back when!
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