Shackles on my feet,
I will not accept defeat.
Surrounded by these blocks,
They call the rock.
Time’s slippin’ away,
I cannot come out and play.
What kind of place is this anyway?
Where I chose to go astray.
Pressure in my mind,
Loved ones I left behind,
Placed without a face,
Please let me state my case.
It’s a crime, this jail,
Planned for those to fail,
But I refused to die
In this hell,
Until my God prevails.
Arrested and recused,
Amazed but not confused,
Born to confess,
Destined to pass this test.
Served time with the best
And the worst,
Nothing more or less.
Some say it’s a curse.
This life never quenched my thirst,
But God saved me.
Now, I am free.
