Jail House Blues

It has come as recognition and realization after being a victim of the system this pass summer that this way of control is long outdated. I've been in and out of jail a few times for petty charges and have come to realize how our jail system really works. I'm not a criminal nor gang associated, but I was taken for jail for my actions and first time round deserved it but I knew JAH was taking me there for purpose and reason to learn a lesson. Nonetheless since then I've been back a few times non deserving and its been nothing but a hassle. Probation is just a trap system to get people back in. Its sad and ridiculous. I'd say 90 percent of inmates are attempting recovering addicts of mostly heroine and meth and are non violent criminals that just need treatment that the court is not making readily available. These drugs are confiscated by them and resold by them otherwise they would not be readily available. It has been an epidemic in southern California for far too long. Below is a poem I wrote when I was doing time and illustrates the scene in the module I was in and how depressing jail really is.

The jail house blues, the cards and laughter runs the tables of old news.

 

Comics facing up and addicts facing down. Hasn't this been a scene we have seen too much around?

 

Tattoos show some color, possibly indication who is your brother.

 

Been seeing too much white ass coming out of that dirty shower.

 

The vibes in here are nothing but surely fake and sour.

 

Got my towel round my head, cowboy gangsta repping bandanna.

 

Contra messiah is what were playing back got my piece unripe banana.

 

Rolling solo once again, top of the stairs like true poet pencil in hand.

 

Coffee by my side, schizo in my head. Whistlin' a little grateful, thankful my heart ain't dead.

 

Curls in her hair is what makes a man dream at night.

 

Knowing one day all this shit will be behind me and over a cigarette Il smile and feel alright.

 

Reminiscing over the nights I used cocaine to numb this old here pain.

 

Nowadays sobriety is the only thing that makes me feel somewhat sane.

 

Nurse at the window I got happy pills for you boys.

 

With a smirk and sarcasm I laugh, your just feeding them back your annoys.

 

Yep meth and heroine the devils duo runs this system.

 

A nice little combination to make sure the pigs won't miss them.

 

Man I take it this shit to heart to see this evil fed by addiction.

 

Won't this world wake up and see the coppers are the friction.

 

Freedom for all let them do as they please.

 

Let them learn themselves I bet my bottom dollar violence would find its ease.