written by Rob Rudner (RR1)
Mistakes I’ve made, misguided youth.
One foot in the grave, I’m living proof.
Turned to the streets, its where I thrived.
comes brokenness, barely survived.
abused, and beaten, most kids don’t lie.
no matchbox cars, just stole a car, turned to a life of crime.
and at the tender age of 12, they buried me alive.
locked inside a tiny cell, nobody heard me scream.
left all alone to die, I cryed, many tears and shattered dreams.
like dirt being thrown into a grave, sufficates with every breath.
compression comes like waves of the ocean,
this weight that’s on my chest.
eaten alive by the maggot of time,
until there’s nothing left.
am I dead, alive, or mummified, my soul will never rest.
mistakes I’ve made, I lay awake, the past can’t be undone.
yet darkness lingers in this tomb, no warmth comes from the sun.
freedom is but a memory, still alive, but I feel dead.
toss and turn, can’t sleep at night,
bones aching in this bed.
menace to society, treated like a common thief, encased inside these walls so long, loved ones, figured, I’m deceased.
until I’m six feet in the ground.
I’ll never rest in peace.
buried alive a time or two, lost in this concrete cage.
spent more time inside, than free, my life spent, digging my own gave.
at times I might pray, to the Lord,
father take from me this cup.
but if I die before my time,
bury me standing up.