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IP:
* thursday, march 11th *
eighteen months up today, feels i been locked up for a century...
...but next up is 3 years of probation, gotta keep my life on sensory
purchase that 'ol philly cheese steak and hit that park bench in central...
...got scars from that prisoness place, some physical but mostly mental
a smile stretches 'cross my face for those first few hours of freedom...
...all tha bad memories i had from my cell, i left 'em where i promised id leave 'em
at least i believe whole heartedly, that my sentence changed my well being...
...but this sudden past moment struck my mind, took me back to devilish hell evening
* 20 months earlier *
monday, september 11th, i stormed in tha house with relentless appearence...
...found my baby's mama sleepin wit cousin Rey, i gave this act a mere glimpse
cuz it hurt too much to look apon such a deceitful act comitted by my love...
...both took big parts in my life, my stength to keep livin' and my desperate hope above
i just was layed off for impulse reasons, im about to impulsively hurt myself...
...why would she do this to me? could it be tha struggle i have to maintain my wealth
i dont remember fully, but i saw tha christams knife that wifey gifted me with...
...at this same time, Rey had tha same intestions i had, he swung and he missed
i think i was tha one violated here, so this attempt rose my wrath to its fullest...
...i clenched tha blade and obliviously struck, resulting in removing his whole wrist
yet this did not justify my hatred beneath tha satan infected blood under my skin...
...i wanted to detach every limb, but then came a voice, " hes my friend, hes my kin"
damn that inner conscience, i released my grip of the tool and let it stagger tha floor...
...before i had time to collect what i had done, i was 4 blocks beyond my front door
raced to tha airport and stole a ticket from an elderly ladies purse...
...hopped on tha flight and had seven hours of deep thoughts of my baby's curse
as i touched ground in mexico, my pain prevented my movement so i fell to my face...
...next i feel cold metal sufficate tha rims of my fore arms, i wus arrested at this place
nothin left but to feel sorry for myself, but now i cant even end life all together...
...court process lasted 6 weeks, and there was no doubt i wus senteneced to "forever"
my heart grew burdened throughout pausless time, i now felt changed...
...had a second appeal for my early release, i left that "hell" after breifs were arranged
* present time *
now i sit here and collect my past and try to start my entire existance over...
...it should be simple since jail time quit my addiction and quickly made me sober
but i still have relentless attitudes toward those two who wasted 18 months for me...
...my minds made, once Rey receives tha rest hes earned, iLL exit life comfort'ly
* open my souls eyes to focus in on the image of my son, and im at peace *
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