I'm free of the chock hold the hood had on me
growin’ up in this environment has become a mental strain on me

It pains me to see the hood at its peak
it’s gettin' warm and you know what that weather brings
Summer times comin' and a war zone in disguise a war is on the rise

Free of doubt I breathe easy
for today I will not met my demise
for like Maya Angelou "I rise"
no longer strapped with my heat
I replaced it with a pen and pad
there's no need for death over meaningless beef

As the season changes the streets come alive
Summer brings out the beast
the relentless side of the streets
the side of this life that would take my life if given the chance
without hesitation would gladly watch my blood stain these streets
but no more does that worry me 'cause I'm free
like Lil' Kim after her year and a day
'cause like her I was behind bars of my own enslavement
locked in a booth in my basement
but that ain’t the jail in which I speak

When I cry my eyes bleed
my heart has a faint beat
death had come to retrieve me
only he couldn't get his hands on me
my mental jail protects me

I'm free in a physical sense
mentally I'm at war
lyrically I'm drained without inspiration
or no true motivation....
these words come because I'm LIVID
my pen's ink dries up...
the pages are left blank
leaving me a prisoner of words
unable to speak so my words don't reach
blank pad-nothing said
writer's block
got me dead locked
time hadn't stop
TIC TOC TIC TOC
time's runnin' out

After awhile I come to
snap out of my mental mind state
free...free
with my pen and pad in front of me
At the bench at the park feeling the Summers breeze
I pick up my pad and pen and watch the ink drip
my pad speaks to me

I'm free of the chock hold the hood had on me
growin' up in this environment has become a mental strain on me
I'm set free through poetry

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