Instutionalized
Location
Away
On my knees prayin' to God I come home someday
The yells of a black man yellin' and screamin', cursin' at the white man for not bein' free
I'm pissed off at the things I see
The things I hear revolve around what I feel
And what I feel allows me to see what's real
What is real? Cop cars chasin' a brotha through the city
The pop of a gun and the thud of a child's body doesn't make make the shooter feel pity
Mama's cryin' 'cause they gotta see their babies behind bars
My cellmate reminiscin' about the times before he got in that car
Before shots were fired & screams filled the night air
Before police kicked down his front door throwin' evryone down because they didn't care
The thoughts come back when that judge announced that sentenced
Imagine life in a single cell trynna mind ya business
Depression sits strong here
Instutionalized stuck in his own fear