Behind the dirty walls,
Lies an innocent me,
No more future calls,
My hustles are no longer free,

They robbed my innocence,
And marked me their guilt,
Killing my inner sense,
Now hatred is wat it’s built,

Through the silvers grills,
Lies a faithful soul,
Forced in the world of thrills,
Stopped from achieving his goals,

Behind those prison walls,
Lives hopefull souls,
Denied of their freedom,
But,Carry hopes of the kingdom,

Before them,
Awaits years of sentence,
While the world paints them shame,
They await freedom wth their patience,



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