I wouldn't be in jail
if I followed all the rules
I guess I wasn't born
with the proper set of tools
The ones that people use
to live a normal way
Not for us Black Sheep
we have to pay to play
The felonies become
just notches on our belts
Feelings stuffed beneath the drugs
longing to be felt
Wandering these halls
stark hallways of our brain
Wired to be a criminal
wired to be insane
Here we always end up
behind these concrete walls
It's the only life we've known
we answer when evil calls
We brag about our conquests
and the substances we use
But really we're just dead inside
dead from the abuse.
©velvetink
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