Old head

I run for what seems like forever
Running from the past present and future
I looked for in others what should've been given from you
But even then what was given couldn't be appreciated
because it was never given.

For years I've grown older
The bitterness and anger eating away at me
Inside dying a thousand times ova
On the outside looking in watching my world
Watching jail consume and raise me
Praying that the pain would go away
Praying that I feel loved
and the hurt would stray away

But all I've been given
was snitches with false love
and fake dreams
DISLOYAL BITCHES
right arm SO MANY STITCHES

I guess that's the life you live
when you can't find your way out of the trenches
or is this just the life I've lived
after another jail term sentence.

Look at how we live as just a thing called...
LIFE...
No body knows the time
Just know its coming
every body pays a price.