Where hurt speaks to your sorrows
And today’s miseries cry from tomorrow
Surrounded by images nightmares regret
Living in yesterdays that are hard to forget
Running from memories of childhood abuse
Chased me into streets with a criminal excuse
That ghetto lifestyle was another prison
It hypnotized my thinking with an illusional vision
It’s hard to imagine or see things clearer
When you try to see hope in a broken mirror
From kneeling wishes and prayers to the stars
With mental scars that cling to steel bars
Confused dreams and thoughts that scream
Into wishes that gleam, you know what I mean?
Where tears of tomorrow cry from today
Where only the imagination can hear what I say
As I’m psychologically running from within
I’m constantly running back and forth into the pen
Once again captured by the web of crime
Politically designed to confine me in time