JULY, the symbol of americas freedom- americas pride
JUly the time that my soul withers and died
for i am going to prison, locked up in one of those blocks
faceless people lookin out wishin for that freedom, but cannot..
ultimately achieve it for the wrongs that they did..
some of them have been there since they were kids..
forever trying to escape the lonliness of this place,
which takes your soul through another faze-
for the young boy who used to look forward to july-
now defy-the very existence of it.... he would rather die
den stay in this place of purgatory
always trying to find a way to escape trying to be free
used a rope ladder to escape the eternity of hell
and faced, emptiness, for he cannot not escapes the wraths of.........................
...............july............