F*ck The Police.
This one isn't about myself and is more of a comedy poem for one of my friends, who went down the wrong path to Prison.
Behind bars from the mistakes I made,
Criminal, I am falsely accused,
My dreams all slowly fade,
You’ll never understand prison shoes.
Coming right down,
Speed, heroin, all them gate-ways,
No wonder why I always frown,
Even getting out of bed, I need f*cking okays.
Walking around these four walls,
Crying on the inside with a smile showing,
All the badness calls,
With family in the unknown.
Let me out of this gate,
Let me walk away from hell,
Why be caged like bate?
Money, drugs, stolen goods we sell.
Food in our bellies, roofs over our heads,
Why be punished for living our lives,
Fight back! The authorities fret,
Taking back my life is what I strive.
Smile, laugh, stamp your feet!
Smile on your face,
Turn around, say loud and proud,
F*ck the police!
