Found a life in the low
Of my life
I was turnt up
Sobered up
And sticky stuck
Guess I’m good
Guess my hood
Is getting out
Of it
Got money pockets
Got silent lockets
Drop it
Sock it
My ankle is outta pocket
And yet still
My grave
Will say
G got pockets
My grave will say
Yet still
Pockets are heavy
In bloody
Husband gravy
They can’t make me
I make me
Pop it
Lock it
Sock it
Drop it
“In my mind,
there’s a boy who exists in chains,
inside a cold dark room of painful solitude,
is where he’ll remain.
Behind these walls,
the sorrow is inevitable,
as relentless as the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt in dark,
brainwashed and hopelessly blind.
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces,
lifers, and guards with hallow faces.
Shackled hearts afraid of changes
and weakened wills are complacence,
yet, I maintain the patience.
Time can limit but not shatter my will,
strength blazed across my chest
as solid as penitentiary steel.
But the silence speaks,
it tells me all I need to hear.
It confirms my beliefs
and its promises I have to fear,
it reminds me that without freedom,
I’m alone.
And these white washed walls
don’t make up for blacken souls.
I’ve given 95% of my boys
a hand shake and a pound,
before they were either locked down
or buried off in cemetery grounds.
What I’ve done is who I am
but what I am is what I do now.
I won’t let up or cease to fight,
just this time, I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right, lies within me.
I’m learning to appreciate my struggle,
for it would be hard to find
the joy of accomplishment without it.
We live and we learn,
we rise and we fall,
like the heart beat of a sleeping giant
with bitter sweet dreams.
Stay up, not down.”
– James Burns
When life gives me lemons
I make lemonade
And fudge popsicle sticks
Sugar for days
The sweetest water too
Crushed liked ice
Chilled in love but
Beaten for me
Crushed and pressed
Like a lovely tea
From an angel stand
God takes me as I am
He gives me strength
He says what’s good
Let’s stick to the plan
Like lemons from the earth
Take out all the seeds
Woven into His roots
Then take out all the rinds
Love and Heaven
It’s sweet and sour
Life juiced like
Lemon squeeze
It presses me
I surrendered once
Beat it twice
Turned around
Touched the ground
F R E E Z E
Kelsey With Some Jo 