Hook

I wish that I could fly away and try and find a brighter day today

I wish that I could fly away, I wish I could just fly away (I’m like a jailbird)


I’m like a jail bird flying free living my life behind these bars praying for someone to come and save me. Reclining in my 6x9, staring up at the ceiling waiting for the divine to show me a sign. Top bunk revealing my demons claustrophobic feelings boxed in a box for freedom, I be feening. I’m shadow boxing’ in the shadows but they striking back, bare knuckles banging up the walls it’s like a blood bath. Skin pealing revealing my bones underneath, gritted teeth arguing against myself about beliefs. The soliiqiue of kaos in the hour of need, it’s over standing and not being able to breath. Suffocating in silence internal prison violence, rioting with righteous thoughts is so tireless. Bandage up the bleeds in time then return to.my 6 x9 the prison cell up in my mind.

Crawling out my cell by the skin of my teeth squeezing my soul out of these bars is like therapy. A way to see the sunshine a d hold on forever I’m stepping on clouds tryna get over this bad weather. Dodging hail stones, frozen souls I’m 85% water myself so i stroll through the rain and feel natures blessing, life’s testing, confined in my cell tryna figure out these lessons. Carving my name in the concrete, escaping the realms of reality maybe one day the light ill see. Posters plaster my walls covering the carved out hidden tunnels of internal turmoil. Miles and miles of mind maps mathematical equations, coordinates and stats.

Tryna figure out the latitude and longitude of happiness and to be blessed with no stress

eventually the cell will become a coffin, I will no longer scrape my nails across the wall and count my days off um. Stick man 5, 15, 20, 50, my finger nails are broken down, dirty grimy and gritty. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired, my hands are fed up flicking middle finger salutes to liars. I’m feeling i need to retire to my cell, screaming F’ the world and go to hell.