They say “a chain is only as strong as its weakest link”
So all
this prison violence gives me the creeps
Those prison wars that help
keep us all blindfolded
We don’t see where all that has been
going
I can feel it as if these walls are closing in on me
But
somehow I’m still opening up some cell doors
As if I have the
key
For all those who want to be freed
Mentally
The last thing
we need is to make one another enemy
So whoever’s serving time, we
have to draw a line
That makes room for some peace
Do you feel
me?
If so, throw up them deuces
That gives us all a sign that
you’re all for
Making peace!
