Loss of Our Angels
Loss of angels
Our heart falls apart
as each piece starts to fall. Dangle.
R.I.P. our guardian angels.
Wings, choir sings, numbness stings,
but there peace begins
because now they are free.
Even though it’s hard to see, let it be,
we got to let them be free
because soon they will be at the end of our our gateway
to guide us through every day.
Loss of our angels.
Yes, it’s painful,
but remain faithful.
Voices
Voices of the . . .
They say enough y’all
Are a part of the state. Penitentiary.
They look at us as their slaves
and eventually 0ur body starts to cave, endless pain.
San Quentin saved us, and it ain’t too late for any of us!
The key has been in our eyes, but the barbwire
Cut some of our voices inside, that’s why we hide.
Sleepless nights, the chains we fight become
PTSD, and it doesn’t leave, but we will “PROSPER TO BE FREE!”
Somedays, we didn’t realize the life we chose to be,
so god said let me give you a hand
To show you why I chose my life for you
And why I knew who you were to become.
Be!
And what your voice was meant to be!!
