As i feel my eyes burn on past sights of violence i see
I think about riots, gunfights, police brutality, and homicide
While soaking myself despite my bathing in revelry
I sit and watch T.v and the fragments of lost promises
With a president preparing to introduce the new world order
With studies of a better word and horrible hypothesis
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I lay on a jail bunk and still speculate things being overrun
And the way society is gettin terrible through my eyes
And burning my eyes despite horrific things i've done
As i approach realease dat from this hell cell i await a change
Despite the way society views a man coming from jail
but i wonder if suck a stereotype will put change out of my range
I know most convicts who seen what i saw are muchly hated
witnessing and commiting murder, rapes and other crimes
despite me beng an accsesory in still hated for being incarcerated
Every night my eyes bleed due to past things i've seen
despite the fact that i never did anything i still feel the pain
seems like im on a fence of good and bad and i cant get from between
So for all lost people i hope you take this as positive feed
And be sure to cover your eyes unlike myself and remember
And I show much sympathy to any other, who's eyes continuesly bleed