I believe in things that people
never even knew existed,
from a code you follow in prison
to barbwire fences,
to doing shots in Seg,
to the honor pods with fuckin’ window visits.
Some just don’t know
’till they’re thrown into the lion’s den
and consumed.
I’m that doubt in the back of your mind
that says:
“Go bang, sell dope, who cares about dying.”
Well I got tired real fuckin’ fast
of that kinda life.
Now I believe in myself
to do something important
real important.
I don’t know what it is yet,
I lost everything
but the scars are what I kept.
I don’t know why I just fight and fight
I got shot twice,
once in the hand
and
once in the head
and didn’t die.
I ask God, like
What am I doing right?
That’s who I believe in.
(photo credit: Diahndra Grill)
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