My Mental Fortress

Lockdown… it usually occurs between the hours of 12am & 2am. You call it sleep, I call it punishment, cuz the minute I can’t think is the beginning of a situation I can’t stomach, and, maybe thought is a gift & a curse, they say ignorance is bliss, so that must mean knowledge is something worse.

So would I prefer to meander in the world foolishly, or do I wanna know where my enemies are & how they’re pursuing me? There is evil in this world, they hide their methods with acts laden in deception, only problem is I’m thinking so much I’m making the connections. The guards bang on my cell cuz I’m talking in my sleep, I don’t shut up so they reach in my cell with the nightstick & bang my feet.

Pain emerges, they broke my toe, this is just a simple illustration of how far they will go. I was screaming knowledge in my slumber, but the fact is they hate that I do it, so they won’t dare let me cause the other inmates to wonder. The truth is what I openly talk about is just a ruse to throw the security off, besides no security is absolute when everyone has a price which means anyone can be bought.

The state of the youth perplexes me the most, liquor is made mostly by whites & pumped into hoods filled with blacks, mothers so sad they buy it rather than buying their baby’s similac. In fact, they also invest most of their hard earned money that gets kicked back to the government that’s obsessed with green, to buy a hallucinogenic that has the same color scheme. What’s the American dream? You figure that out, I’m not gonna blatantly tell you, cuz if I do you’ll shoot the notion down like cops do suspects they suspect of having illegal paraphernalia.

Lead & Manganese make the triggers more easy to squeeze, help won’t come cuz the help you’re calling is the same source that initiated your pleas. It’s for that very reason that I don’t drink alcohol I drink Martin’s Ale, after that I follow it up with shots of X so my mind can never fail. Out on the court playin’ basketball, j-ing cats up then I got shanked, I know who did it so it’s the warden I have to thank…

{ Don’t be a prisoner…}

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni