I was incarcerated by a crime I purposely committed
I knew the effects of verbally attacking those who didn’t want to listen
Totally accepted that my actions may cause some kind of movement
I couldn’t wait for the sentencing and punishment
Locked down for life in a room filled with just the words I spoke
Laying in death roll to the sound recordings of murderous pieces I wrote
Wrapped in a straight jacket of messages I try to pass to those not in the know
Always speaking loudly to extend my time, insuring no possible parole or releases
Warden saying that I’m wasting government spending in solitary confinement
I tried work release,
But it made me to free, so I became a beast at flow while his soul released
They came after me,
100 miles and running these anklets and bracelets of metal attached to me
I wanted to be free
But I ran hard and slowly so they catch me
Its not worth to be in society passing these messages if they ain’t going to listen to me
So I fall to fertile ground
Surrendering to spend my life time to a life of time
on a crime they said isn’t a crime at all
bump this,
send me to the chair, place me on the injection table
this mortal body is only taking up space
no room for an artist to take his place
I’m ready to see white lining on heavens face
Im a slave to this art
I'm a slave to this art
I don't want to be free
BY LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner