In the haze of it's flames a man laid under Canopies of burning light of a siren cutting through the smoke as if it was paper. Their voice, flooded with drought loss of input they weren't able to speak nor breathe it was suffocating the texture of the brittle firm cement, under their cheek Thus all they had left was a broken requiem of a better day.
When the night silently whooshes Over the sky, It becomes that time of day, The time to recline And watch Dwayne Chapman and friends Apprehend the wanted and charged In the Hawaiian splotches of land. Every cut to commercial Happens at the ****** of each episode, Starving the soul for what might happen... When really the cut-scene continues With less action than Beth, Dwayne, Leland, Sonny, Cleo, And Baby Lyssa may stir before a break. Cars, cameras, and people Move in hot-pursuit. And thus the setting of the TV series Isn't the only dimension Captured.
I love Dog the Bounty Hunter lol one of my favorite TV series lately!
I was twelve years old when I got arrested, they brought me to the cells and took my mugshot… reminding me that I will never be free. I learned when to speak. Only when you're asked, never put your head up, don't you dare share an opinion, even if it's in class. I learned that my life… Was never truly mine to begin with. Just something another person can use at their whim, then dispose of. I was twelve years old the first time I got arrested. They put me in cold metal cuffs and threw the key into rivers of tears I have yet to shed, but will come. I was twelve years old the first time that I was arrested. My life looked bleak and I could no longer speak because my mind was not my own. The took a permanent felt tip marker and wrote their names on me. I was twelve years old the first time I was forced to be something I'm not. I was tortured until they found what they wanted. They proceed to shackle me with trends to follow, cover me in my prison uniform of tight skirts and crop tops, and read me my rights. Though it's clear to me now that i have none I was twelve years old the first time I got arrested. Change the laws and let us free. Let me once again know what sunlight feels like upon my shoulders without the restraints of people trying to diminish difference in the world, when all I wish to do is preserve it. I was twelve the first time I was arrested…. I was charged with the act of being myself, and sentenced to life without parole.
You like to talk big when you got barrels of luck, But the moment you’re in a cop shop your trap is stuck So here I stand, I stand in front of you, this been a long time coming If the effect we have is a marathon I spent a long time running
Ever since year 9 when you bullied me for my teeth But now that I got braces you got nothing against me All you can do is show off, calling “******” When you ain’t with your mates where’s your confidence, maggot?
I’ve had it; up to here and this is all that’s left The better man won in terms of intention, life’s a test And it breath tested you and decided you’re ******* Because you picked on the wrong guy and there’s nothing left to prove
So step up or step off, confess to sin You may as well because I remember everything! Something you gotta know is to know your enemy You don’t know what I’m capable of, or what I got happening
So you never even bothered to think of a strategy You got caught, you lost, it’s going down rapidly And it’s only a matter of time before they get you in for life Because there’s pleasure in the knife but nowhere left to hide
Send your boys after me, they’ll end up with you It would be an understatement to say this is rude I hate this entire thing, I did this because you tried To pressure me into letting him off, and now you lied
Just to save your *** but witness statements Are the one thing to condemn the case, admit defeat just face it With you and all your “violence” and I barely lifted a finger Funny how safety works, hopefully this lesson lingers