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I see the world between bars of cold steel

Trapped behind a life unlived

I see a world I cannot feel

Cold gray walls conveys echoes of my dismay

Life without parole will be my faith

I have no need to pray

Guilty

Guilty

Guilty

Those words were constantly repeated

Proving once again I’m just a nigga

And poor street bound niggas will always be defeated

But I was

Guilty, guilty of being poor

Guilty of taking a gun to the store

And leaving with the clerks blood drawn against the floor

Guilty, guilty of being born on crack

Guilty of being stabbed in the back by my pops

Guilty of being caught by the cops

I’m guilty, but my guilt is not to blame

I led the life that I lived in shame

And no guilt has caused my pain

I see the world between bars of cold steel

But a ray of light hits these bars every day

I hope one day these bars will break

And all my guilt will fade away