I NEED TO LISTEN

I know how to navigate & get through, this is simple

But it's hard to contain a rage that might blow up & further hinder us

Black Fist!!!

I Love my people, I hate their ways

I love my family & they really like that

Facts!!!

I Love my brothers, they give me light, Also facts!!!

People tend to think you can go to prison like a hospital & it makes you better

But it's more like you go to a laboratory where they try to supercharge whatever evil is in you

My soliloquy of Sorrow is not meant to garner pity

I did wrong, I got punished, it's not supposed to be pretty

I just wonder if you should continually attempt to strip a man of all respect & dignity

Try to make him feel like he's less than nothing for years in bondage

Then you release him upon society wit’ nothing but his bitterness

& with indifference tell him to go become something respectable

All of a sudden be all lawful

The banality of this philosophy is so unmistakably apparent U. C.

& because it is, let's you know that neither my opinion, nor yours, even matters U.C.

I mean I cram to understand how taxpayers can be duped into supporting this

I guess because these people are allowed to prey on their fears by giving every tragedy that happens in here the old, "Officer was just doing their job" spin

I mean everybody knows that we are all just violent, mad dogs,

Just waiting to get out & kill your children

I'm really like, we are all just spilled milk & ain't nobody crying over us

Let them tell it, we don't deserve any mercy, we deserve to suffer

When we're hungry, punch us in the stomach, & when we are thirsty, let us drink our spit...

Then you never know most of the time with the staff who you are really dealing with

Everybody bipolar now, You talk to the same person two days in a row

& get two different people talking out of the same mouth

Can't ever get a straight answer but they always want to bend you ears with some

The noise gets so loud sometimes you want to reach out & choke a neck to shut it off a little bit

So many people always have so much to say

That's why I just try to be quiet until I find out what it is exactly we trying to do here

Administrators are always trying to come up wit' new tactics

To try to suppress your ability, or even your desire to think

We all just want to be treated like men consistently

And not be forced to drown in this confluence of confusion & ignorance

As they try to subdue me with mis-direction,

Using officers trained by using misconceptions & putting them in charge of my welfare

Quick to always say, "Just stay out of trouble & do right"... U.C.

But what was right on Monday is all of a sudden wrong on Tuesdays...U.C.

Too many people in authority, white & black, plagued by feelings of inferiority,

Trying to impress us with their gr& delusions of superiority

Like, "It makes perfect sense to us cause we are so much smarter than you"...

Like we don't know that being dumb is equal opportunity

Whether you are wearing prison garb, a uniform, or a suit.

Keeping it One hundred, I would never claim to be sinless in this U.C.

More like a co-conspirator, an aider & an abettor

What was potentially supposed to be my demise … U.C.

I'm truly shocked at the fact that a few of these c/o's will still call you mister

While the majority of their co-workers keeping acting like,

(although pedophiles are here in an abundance, sadly)

All of us are in here for raping their little sisters

If on the daily people treat you like you come off the bottom of their shoe

Then who is really at fault if one day you turn it around & show 'em your boot

An officer said one time, that in training they are told to treat us like children… & then

Everybody be left shaking their heads in shock when one of us throws a tantrum,

It all goes bad & one of them gets forced to lie real still...& then

Not saying that it's right but it is real U.C.

Just trying to give the facts about some of the factors in my reverse rehabilitation U.C.

Also just trying to thoroughly & emphatically emphasize the important part you play in helping me keep my sanity

I reach out to you because I need to listen to you

Hearing about your life reassures & inspires me that life is worth living & fighting for again

The way the World has changed around us, with you on the outside,

& me on the inside, is so absolutely astounding to me, dig it

Wit all my being I still try to see myself in the places that you go & describe to me, dig it

So honestly you bring back what's important & priority number one to me, dig it

Helps me fade to black this fabricated film of a false facade,

Being starred in by the many, many, accomplished actors & actress-ass niggas

In here impersonating male convicts & so I reach out to you just to listen to you

Even if it's just to hear about your pain

Always seems to numb mine & helps me to stand the rain

Listening to you tell me about the marvelous maturation of our many family assets,

you know, the nieces & nephews, cousins & their kids, Uncles & Aunts.

So true

Often makes me feel certain that one day soon, after I escape this boxof lines painted on the

Floor they keep trying to trap me in, that I could be an asset too.

Also true 'til then I can continue to be free through you

Even though freedom is more of a mindset than a lifestyle right now 4 me, true, too

Just something I had to get off my chest,

Sometimes to bring my real - reality back into focus out of the haze of this institutional hocus - pocus

Being cast like spells of disillusion & despair that I can barely cope with,

I've come to realize that I just…

I Need to listen to you,

What Up Doe!

Pray for Me.

Peace