just across the FENCE, razor wire where mayhem is like
a nasty cup of coffee
where innocence is proven guilty, over and over
I, inhale . .
the stench of this LIFE
A smooth move on the YARD, where FAKE ones ain't HARD
C.O. said, there was a case of suicide
a life taken by a LIFER
Yeah, but no son . .
Orange ain't the new BLACK!
I, exhale . .
stale memories
just across the FENCE

good liFe
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

cosign

Well done juxtaposition!