Surrounded by crazies….. cons……criminals….Looking for angles…..same road…different routes….who will get there first?…..

RAP sheet says this….RAP sheet says that….converting prison life to the shelters….the drop-in centers…soup kitchens….get in line…wait your turn….don’t ask me again….

The pecking order is long…. power struggles…..prosthetic intelligence….mouths a-poppin’ all night long….Academia need not apply….

Not Beckett…..nor Joyce…or Bach…loud…bombastically blaring BET rings off walls….stacking metal folding chairs….slept-on in seven different positions…..a blinking eye never closes….

It’s the system man…..the system…..Yeah I shot that motherfucker….and I robbed a liquor store…and I beat that hoe you knows…but see I’m the victim here….Aint nobody done broken these chains….My chains aint been broken…..

Get a-hold of The Jaws of Life…….break ’em yourself…..