somedays I wake up
in a complete daze
is this my life
am I alive
repeating this same routine
looking for the creative edge
the label that sets me apart
something to individualize my mark
pushing myself
telling myself make it work
or feel the hurt
I have no options
no alternative sentences
my life as of right now
is all it can be
I'm not free
I'm a slave
to the system
to this world
my life is meaningless
to the eyes that will
decide my fate
no shits are given
when I take the stand
it's not about rehabilitation
it's about a quota
it's about greed
punishment
money and lies
no one cares
no one cares if I saved myself
created myself
made myself
a better me
the system isn't in place
to save us from grace
the system is designed
to steal your shine
to punish and rule
playing god
with lives
don't get me wrong
if my punishment fit the crime
I'd be fine
but I am standing
in front of a mountain of lies
and asking why?
asking how?
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