UNFREE
Syrup sandwiches lights off it was gettin worst,
More money was in the couch then in mama’s purse.
An eviction lead to my conviction,
Years deprived I see why we materialistic.
Killin for nothin, probably gon die for the same,
Money slaves grams is what our lives weighed.
We uncontrolled no potential goals,
No soul livin pitiful we animals.
That’s how the media dress it and the public will bless it,
No one will test it or think a thought to ever reject it.
I’m more aware the chair is black ment,
A new age way they have brothers lynched.
Yall ain’t tired of rollin stolen tires,
Probation violations and hanging with liars.
Bad circumstance, low finance and substance buyers,
Gone off moe’s froze til ya nose expires.
For small issues all yall draw pistols,
Murder verdicts hurted both families with tissue.
Charges filed lies piled up ion trials,
Death from greed and dad sent off for awhile.
Penitentiary, mentally then physically,
Our free will, we use it to be unfree.
Shawn Williams 374-023
PO Box 788
Mansfield, OH 44901
See www.rufusandjennytriplett.com
