In my mind, there's a boy who exists in chains. Inside a cold, dark room of painful solitude is where he will remain. Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable, as relentless as the the passage of time. Mentalities corrupt and dark, brainwashed and hopelessly blind. Prisons are packed with crowded spaces, lifers and guards with hollow faces. Shackled hearts afraid of changes and weakened wills become complacent. Yet, I maintain with 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 it promises I have to fear. It reminds me that without freedom, I'm alone. And these whitewashed walls don't make up for blackened souls. I've given 95% of my boys a handshake than a pound, before they were either locked down or buried off in cemetery grounds. What I've done is who I am but who I am is what I do now. I won't let up or cease to fight. Just 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, we learn. We rise we fall. Like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant, with bittersweet dreams. Stay up, never down.
The days keep rolling but somehow I just can't notice them. It's like I'm stuck in a rollercoaster against my will. I'm trying to get out but something keeps holding me back. I am not giving up to this, whatever it is. It's like a demon has got a hold around my throat and each move I make it's grip thightens. I will not back down. I am going to break free. And when I do, I will not be the same. All my life people have tried to change me. But why change me, why not just accept me for who I am? I am the way I am and that's the way I'll stay. All the miles just keep rollin' when people leave their way to say hello. And it's like I've been left behind. All my life I've tried to be what others said was normal. And for a while, they actually convinced me that the way I am and the things I do, isn't normal. But I've learned better. They can't tell me what normal is because, what is the definition of normal? Well everyones got an opinion about it but in the end, it's a question about right and wrong. But doesn't my opionion matter? Maybe not in the great big, but for me and the few ones who actually understands me, it does. I'm not going to be your little puppet, not now, not tomorrow and no other day in this fucked up world.
With respect: Dino.