Venture into my eye’s my life aint all what it seems.
Scared to go to sleep because of what I see in my dreams.
Slipping into darkness alone through the valley of death.
Buried in a closet is were my hopes and dreams is kept.
When all hope is lost at the thought of being free.
Headed to the land of misery just I, myself and me.
Constantly on my toe’s because were I’m at you’ll be a victim.
Never let my guard down can’t let no one catch me slipping.
If you scared you in the wrong place got to man up or be a ***.
It’s survival of the fittest in this place that’s ruled by the iron fist.
Keeping your composure is what it takes to stay strong.
If the situation gets drastic I stay cool, collective and calm.
Sometimes the weight of my reality hits hard like a head on collision.
That’s the life of a lost soul who walks the mainline in state prison.
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C. M. 2006