Rescividism

I hope it's broke me this time I can't imagine coming back They have to pack Me in a casket So much times elapsed that I feel like my head's a basket I've been moving like a tortoise Well all my family's been moving like rabbits Fast and rash And never last In the race of my past We've all grown older.....laugh If you have to But it's Grey's that try to Bring me down around you When I see your youth I'll tell you the truth You look the same just now You're all dolled up with your Bluetooth Talking in a headset I really feel like my head's a basket My life so trashed I can't go down like flung elastics Breaking on contact With the stress of stretching that Leaves us dead in our tracks Whites and blacks No more war Have to learn to love what I abhor Can move on now that my wife's a Backpage w**** My nephew's four I haven't met him before He's named after me of course I need to be a powerful force In his life once I emerge from these steel doors It won't be easy at first But worse comes to worse They'll only take me back in a hearse This life is for the birds And I'm all out of feathers In this desert weather I pray to keep my family together And never have to write another letter Addressed United States penitentiary And wait for responses seldom sent back to me Please Just let me breathe Rolling back out to the streets Probably barely make ends meet But it's better than here No matter how bad it seems No more listening to grown men scream Like it's all just a very bad dream Believe