Author: T. Alabi
10/16/02
http://www.angelfire.com/indie/ih/
t.jalabi@lycos.com
Shstiness
adapted into lifelessness
every move I make is laced in criminal intent.
I can't prevent the actions that are heavensent
If time permits, my societal debt will be spent.
I can't comprehend
how we mentality imprison our men.
One slip up, they pay for it again and again.
I don't know why
people think that men don't cry.
A misdemeanor will linger, leave a tear in your eye.
There's no remedy for a felony, your telling me
that they're not trying hard enough,
you think you know, but you don't know enough.
No prior incidents, no run ins with authorities.
You look at them with malice because of misdemeanors and felonies.
Mistakes were made, things have changed
All the good I've done, the little bad easily out weighed.
You say progress has been made, the battle has been won
but try telling that to societies step son.
So someone spread the word, the lines are blurred,
because of my record.