Theme: some bonds limit potential (and a hint of white privilege 🫢)
Public health topic: prisoner’s cycle of re-entry
Notes: still in a rough format
Caged like beasts, then set free
No money or place to live at release
Can’t go it alone, but can’t find peace
One thing’s true, thugs don’t rouse
they won’t charge police cars
Only for a bucket list death wish
Horizontal rain, ricocheting
Oh look at that
Now there’s blood spraying
Well um, as I was saying
Family holds stigma close
Just enough to choke your soul
Although, predisposed
Still holdin’ true, to a life not meant for you
You can’t choose, what you’re born into
Where you go from here, isn’t theirs’ to moot 🫶
*sorry, posted before editing… 😱 it will probably stay this way for a minute.
Perfectly Human 
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