Here I stand
With a empty hand
Mind clouded by anger
Surrounded by danger
No more gun for protection
In this house of correction
Only way to make knees buckle
Are my bare knuckles
I’ve enter here alone
Hard as stone
With nothing to lose
And no time to snooze
The haters creeping
Will get you while sleeping
No reform in this gladiator school
Violence and intimidation are a tool
Trying to make that date
Some kind of fate
I suppose my past affliction
Cast a subtle reflection
Of my present way of life
Yet I suffer from different strife
Incarcerated by guilt and pain
Nearly drove me insane
Yet my anxiety still binds me
Eventually I may live peacefully