Parole - May 30, 2001

(c) May 30, 2001

No more bars of steel
No more peckerwood
I've had all I need
of prison brotherhood

No more concrete walls
No more wars of race
The fighting never stops
Hate consumes this place

No more bowing down
To screws in green jumpsuits
Turn-keys of the system
With lead filled attitudes

No cussing out the mirror
No self-wrought missery
No kicking my own shadow
I will learn respect for me

Parole will come in days
Freedom waits outside
Free from wreched evil
Resting firmly on it's pride

When the gates behind me
The clock will start again
The world will be my cell
I've been set up to win

by Ricky D. McKean

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