4 walls

sitting in this room

four cold cement walls

reflecting on the past

the time of my fall

born into regulations

of what I should be

how I should dress

what’s best for me

the numbers get higher

more pressure and burden

old violence and greed

made this path certain

forged into their heads

the seeds of evil past

the glory of a winner

the humility of last

the honor of money

all that power and fame

staring at these walls

that all look the same

why all these faults

we should have it right

with all the blood spilled

on the darkest of nights

all the misguided people

corrupt inside their mind

I pray for all of you

in this room wasting time

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