Why did a jail cell have to be my fate?
Jail is hell within the confines of time,
I grieve because I was deceived, but now it’s too late-
Lord please have mercy and press rewind.
On the streets I was rough and lived life without fear,
I didn’t give a fuck and dared you to test me-
But now learning to care, because my enemies are near,
It took being locked up to respect being free.
It seems that I was born to be an inmate,
While growing up, all conceivable odds were stacked against me-
I grew up convinced that being incarcerated was my fate,
And when they locked me up they threw away the key.
Change is a strange word when you don’t believe you can,
Double life means my son will serve time too-
This is because I wasn’t around to be a man,
Born to serve time is what I was destined to do.
Robert L. Horton