Theme: some bonds limit potential (and a jab at white privilege 🫢)
Public health topic: prisoner’s cycle of re-entry and awareness for the parolees actually trying (your road is bumpy, but keep going… you’ve got this!)
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 don’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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