don't make sense
when it comes to self defense
rows of bars like
parked cars
don't hold me captive
at least not mentally
or spiritually
or emotionally
i still smell the sun
my heart ain't broke
it's just sore
like being on your feet all day
if my circumstance cause one to
rethink their actions
then my time served will not be in vain
for truly the only prison that can hold
is the one created in the brain
like loose change
it's what you make it
time is a function of society
clocks don't mean shyt to me
like numbers
and words
it's all arbitrary
contrary
even scarey...when you think about it
do fish count?
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