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I’ve mentally pictured myself far away from this place

If not better than here, maybe running another race

Stumbling blocks placed in my path to slow down my pace

Let me express myself, with my words, but this time you and I there face to face



I couldn’t even buy cigarettes at seventeen years old

But I was taken to big boy jail and left there lonely and cold

Placed on probation and now eighteen, I was taken and sold

Like a slave, I want to express myself, with my words, loud and bold



So I guess that this adds to the statistics pole, yes me, an African American male

Before turning eighteen either dies or goes to jails

Six feet under or waiting biting his dirty nails

Let me express myself, with my words, while burning in Henry County Hell



12 hours a day, seven days a week, working for not a single dime

Being treated like dirt and talked to even worst, just to do a shorter time

Constantly torn down to basically reprogram your mind

Let me express myself, with my words, and with a sore spine



I pray for strength and I pray for change

I pray more for others than my own personal gain

But I’m somehow caught up in so much pain

Can I express myself, with my words, with my brain