while staggering through the streets of spanish harlem
i found myself feeling empower
being around dudes that were visionaries
to become self-destructive mercenaries
everyone around us were our adversaries
i found myself to be a nucleus to a clique
going around at the time
with a sense of purpose in committing a crime
slowly sinking lower and lower
my self being became indifferent with my soul
my faith fighting to revert
my identity began to convert
my heart was submitting
my mind was clogging
with ignorance and stupidity
i ask
what dungeon is as dark as my heart (at the time)?
everything caught up
i found out through harsh reality
that place was jail, thanks to my ignorant mentality
now in the darkness, a voice of light
a simple offer of a second chance
a chance to rectify my wrong doings
i needed to get out
i knew this wasn't for me, i was so much better
i didn't contemplate
peanut butter and jelly sandwich was the last food i ate
i knew it was time to get out
then began to move my hands slowly
held my chest, took a deep breath
as i listen to that voice
it lead me to freedom
it was time to me to get up out of here