a second chance

while staggering through the streets of spanish harlem i found myself feeling empower being around dudes that were visionaries to become self-destructive mercenaries everyone around us were our adversaries i found myself to be a nucleus to a clique going around at the time with a sense of purpose in committing a crime slowly sinking lower and lower my self being became indifferent with my soul my faith fighting to revert my identity began to convert my heart was submitting my mind was clogging with ignorance and stupidity i ask what dungeon is as dark as my heart (at the time)? everything caught up i found out through harsh reality that place was jail, thanks to my ignorant mentality now in the darkness, a voice of light a simple offer of a second chance a chance to rectify my wrong doings i needed to get out i knew this wasn't for me, i was so much better i didn't contemplate peanut butter and jelly sandwich was the last food i ate i knew it was time to get out then began to move my hands slowly held my chest, took a deep breath as i listen to that voice it lead me to freedom it was time to me to get up out of here