-Michael leak, St. Louis Correctional Facility, MI
I’ve seen blood stains that don’t wash away
And strung out junkies that score everyday
I’ve seen little girls get sold for drugs
And their momma praised these horrible thugs
Chasing that blow with a check addicted soul
Standing on the corner in the middle of the cold
Then those little girls grew up into a gang
So visualize the funerals and the songs they sang
I speak from black tears that cry the blues
And I write my tomorrow’s before the five o’clock news
Because everything today will repeat once again
So I write my tragedy with a black pen
I write my tears upon white paper to see
That my getting was born before you and me
Same screams and experience don a similar faze
Like mice in a box then released into a maze
Where blood stains color brown bricks red
And little children get shot in the head
Shattered dreams and mommas scream
And her son is strung out on pills and lean
Where bullet soar like never before
Now my soul is kneeling at Heaven’s door.