Incarceration Blues (Live)

The detox in a concrete cell with silver locks and no clocks is driving me insane
And the long talks between cell-mates in their matching socks about throwing rocks When things were still okay
Like a young fox trapped by endless city blocks and then tossed so carelessly away
It's so crisscrossed, I hate this school of hard-knocks so I'm getting lost
I'm gonna get my GED and learn a trade

Incarceration blues, trapped behind bars
Now you're on their radar
And they'll be coming for you
Incarceration blues, it's the sealing of your fate
It's too-little too-late, the world don't wait for no criminal like you... like me

Not a lost cause
I'm not a sinner, I break man's laws
Not a long pause
Just enough to fill the space
Like a chainsaw, I tore apart my Ma and Pa in my sister's car
Tears running down my face
Just like the hot sauce on the pizza in my gnashing jaws burns like the time I lost
In that jail I've temporarily escaped

Incarceration blues, they don't care about intent
It doesn't matter if your innocent or not because the buck don't stop at you
Incarceration blues, your last chance came and went
Now all your luck is spent
The world ain't meant for no criminal like you... like me

It's a bad scene
But it's the only part of the play I read
When I get clean, music makes me cry
I'm so happy, like a caged bird free to flap its wings
I might sing, shut your window, stay inside
But not me, I'm gonna blossom like a yellow weed
And I might need a little bit of light
I'm dressed in all green
Like a dandelion breaking free from the concrete
My golden crown exploding towards the sky

Incarceration blues, now I'm finally free
But that don't mean a thing
There's human-beings being swept under the rug
Incarceration blues, if you ain't been, you don't know
Rehabilitation is a joke
I hope you choke when you say
'Liberty and justice for some...'



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Beavers Ii
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