Don’t let no one be the blame for you not making the change.
I’m nobody’s punching bag. I was attacked by another inmate and, in my defense, I had to whoop some ass. Fifty seconds cost me everything. They said I went too far, so now I’m paying for it. I was a model inmate. For years, I’ve been clean—no problems at all. Sucks, but I gotta keep pushing. I did what I had to do. Now I’m in solitary. It’s trash. I miss my programming, the freedom, working off time, and learning. I’ve been working so hard. I’m alive. I’m blessed. Still breathing. Still able to connect like cable. Can’t wait to get out and head home with new skills to pay the bills. People know me for kindness, creativity, and teamwork. I’m the third best man in the institution. The Kang. Ask around. I got the crown because I put it down. Barbering. Rapping. Art. Designing shoes and clothes. Helping people. Entering mental health events. I’m a patient too. Soon, words willing, I’ll be married. I got a book called God Saved Me. I’m in here for self-defense. A lot of people say I shouldn’t be. Only God and the judge can call that. Until then, I’m reframing, rebuilding, and investing in the new me. God is amazing. Always working. He’s in here. Don’t ever give up. When the storm ends, the sun shines. We all fall short. But it’s about getting back up. Growing through what you go through. Be thankful. Find the positives in the negatives. Keep going. Don’t stop. Even when you’re on top.
Who’s to Blame
Let me look into my bucket of sorrows and choose a name, I felt so much pain. It became plain, I learned how to maintain.
No more suicide missions, suicidal thoughts and homicidal plots. Truthfully, I’m tired of seeing cops and ops, yellow tape, CSI on blocks.
Brothers n sisters looking at more time than a watch, for runnin yo spot.
Gimme what you got—even Gimme got shot.
Now who’s to blame? Let’s take this walk of shame, yell out names, let it drive us insane ‘til we crash n burn.
Closed caskets n urns. Food for maggots ‘n worms.
It’s crates around cemeteries ‘cuz people dying to get in—well, everyone will get a turn.
So wait yours. Don’t rush.
Leave your family’s hearts crushed, when they burst into tears because you are no longer here with us.
Slow down. There’s so much you haven’t learned, experienced, seen or touched—why rush?
Enjoy life. Enjoy family. Enjoy friends.
Enjoy laughter, enjoy them prayers from the pastor, and walk through the pastures.
Because you never know when there’s a natural disaster… or when the devil’s after, waiting to capture—snatch from the rapture.
Trust me, there’s nothing blacker than the depths of hell, the foulest smell, where demons dwell, while you rot in a cell, to be tormented eternally.
Wondering why this fire is burning me? Being tormented eternally—the same thing spiritually.
Now who’s to blame?
Tupac said, “Some things will never change—that’s just the way it is.”
He wanted change. But he’s no longer here in body, only spirit.
So if you have the power to make a change for the better—do it.
Don’t let no one be the blame for you not making the change.
