Complex is her prison
The warden to freedom
She puts the guard
In my garden of eden

My judge and my jury
My guilty confines
Executioner of
My most passionate rhymes

An intimate inmate
She dwells in my cells
She writes on my walls
But she quells my rebels

By dispelling the words
That are sentenced to life
When her death row despair
Is a straight-jacket's knife

She's the shank to the veins
Of my drug misdemeanor
When barred are the windows
Through which I have seen her

Non-violent offenses
Like needles of sadness
Lock my convictions
In solitaire madness

No conjugal visits
No messages sent
Cemented in empty
Demented lament

It's a heart-broken system
Consenting to ****
Unjust beauty victim
I can not escape