Complaints, from within the walls.
Mainly from families not concerned about the victims.
Please, hold your sympathy.

Did you try correcting your family member?
When you aware of the wrong path they took in life.
Drug dealing, which many support like it's right.
Robbery, to support their choice of life.

Elderly abuse, rapes that a part of that background of your family member.

Quick to complaint about the horror of prison.
And like struggles on the street there are some truths too your gripes.
But hold your sympathy but not your concerns.

Like on the streets, your family will find some not backing down from doing their jobs.
Empty threats will get met by those you toss them too.
Just hold your sympathy for the criminal crew.

Convicts love telling their perspectives quickly.
But there are two sides to every story told.
But folks forget about the victims.

Remember crime of choice you commit means you signed up for the prison.

Believe this, you don't have to say you love me.
Cause I see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice.
You are still now my first choice.

Words of affirmation isn't required.
Because I love you more by the hours.
You're sweeter than any flowers.

So, you don't to say you love me.
I believe it whenever you are near me.
I don't need confirmation.

Because I believe it without hesitation.
And to me you're a sweet sentation.

Yes, time will tell, if our love will last.
And if we stay in love forever.

Yes, time will tell, if we were meant to be.
Or if this was just a temporary thing.

But for now, we are playing the lover theme.
Saying all the right things.
I am here for you and you for me.

Yes, for now.
Yes, for now.
No other is getting our time.
Yes, no other that we know can break us.

Still time will tell, if we were meant to be.
I'm here for and you are here for me.

Time will tell if it be forever.
Yes, time will tell.

Strong, firm, and fair.
Willing to help anyone in despair.
Admired by many, help by plenty.
With love.

Highly held high in many eyes.
You a man among many guys.
And inspirational soul.
Mack, sad to realize you are gone.

But you are headed to a happy home.
You have left your mark behind.
And with love, you forever be recalled.

In life, you did it all.
It's with love I write this poem.

All that bad isn't good.
All that good isn't bad.
Hello God, why do people think they speak for you?

Tell us, what you think?
You control the final decisions of the world.
Even, Christ stated for He didn't come to change the laws.

Hello God, you not thanks enough.
You deserve so much more.
After all you are the soul creator of love.

I know you shake your head by the things you see.
And the way we act.
Even, in Genesis you wanted to take human creation back.

Many tossed loves out the door.
So judgmental of folks' choices to love.
Like happiness can't be between them.

Hello God, when will they see the big picture.