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You offer tedious boredom A day without meaning. Without hope for a better day Time is meaningless. So tell us what we should do We are life in constant motion Minds like a seething ocean. This is what you try to still With threats of punishment or chemical pill When we try to improvise. We cope daily with stress ans strain Others move in despair and pain A life of misery and degradation And this you call rehabilitation. What do you expect when we seek reprieve In a world of stress that we can’t leave We find solace in something nice The choice today is smoke some spice I don’t deny I’ve had a try It’s the only time I get to fly I’m free to fly to heaven’s vault Prison’s grinding mill comes to a halt It’s the freedom of the mind That leaves behind the daily grind This is how we learn to cope A little bit of shit Brings a little bit of hope. © prisonthoughts - all rights reserved. |
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