How’s LIFE Been?

I recently was asked

By an old “Friend” of mine

With a grin,

“How’s LIFE been?”

It depends.

Do you mean

Da’ SENTENCIN’

That runs on

Until a dead end?

Did you read

Da’ SENTENCEz

That decree

Justice shall not breathe?

This ain’t no plea.

You can remove

Da’ “O”

From D.O.C. --

Still…

...This ain’t no Justice League.

They I.D. Me

With da’ D.C.

Of a death certificate,

Of their dark collectionz,

Of da’ dark complexion.

Now, there’s dark visionz,

Of hard livin’,

When STATE CARDz are given.

It’s all a business.

So, Florida won’t say.

It only STATE PRISONz.

They take what we make

But they hate givin’.

So, gainless time sheetz

See painless tied sheets.

But for me…

It’s like I’m STRANGLED in

By REC GATEz.

Time

D

A

N

G

L

Ez

With

Long

D

R

O

P

P

E

D

H

A

N

G

I

Nz’

Without

Neck breakz.

No suicide.

But with euthanasic

Ready-to-diez,

At timez...

...I rather just die.

It’s such a somber time

In this hell.

Boiled alive

In da’ summertime

Of a cell.

And if you dare

Undertake

To wrestle back,

You can be tombstoned

For being headstrong.

You become too stoned

To SEE

That da’ grave’s home.

Now, you gone to da’ box,

Cuz ya head STONED

With LOCKz by killaz.

Freedom for most…

...Is restin’ in peace

U

P

O

N

Gravestone pillowz.

This is LIFE,

My “Friend”.

A painted faith

Of an uncertain fate

Like da’ LAST SUPPER

May portray da’ day

Of your last tray.

A BOOTHILL journey.

Strapped down

On a GURNEY

With IVz injectin’

REVENGE

For this torture.

‘Specially for a

$500 robbery

That didn’t take a Life.

But Mr. White

Can murder SEVENTEEN

And pay da’ same price.

So, what’s right

When you’re left

With an eLbow

D

E

E

P

Inside an empty pocket,

And family pocketbook

Can’t buy a resurrection?

So, you turn WATER

Into WINE

To make time blurry.

But when blowin’ GAS

In a TWO-MAN CHAMBER

Gotcha lookin’ at LIFE

From a different angle...

ANGER!!!

STRANGLES!!!!!

Before brick mirrorz,

And you see da’ truth...

...Of never being set free.

That’s a deadly possibility,

My “Friend”.

But still –

It all depends.

So, wipe dat grin off

Dat “friendly” face of yourz,

And monitor how my heart

STILL BEATz

Under decadez

Of steel barz,

Handcuffz,

And shacklez.

Awaitin’ EXECUTION

While you execute nothin’

From da’ witness room.

Remainin’ BLIND,

DEAF,

And .....

So, when da’ WARDEN

Signals for me

To SPEAK

My final truth...

I release two

blAck doVez

UP

To da’ world,

With one final grin…

Cuz this is how

My LIFE’s really been,

My “Friend”.