State Property

Life is a Chicago Winter

Cold and cruel

Get dropped by some young fool

His mindset was fuck a job

Fuck school

Now he behind bars

What a fool

He right where our grandfathers' masters wanted me

Lock down with chains in a penitentiary

For killing his own kind

What a misery

"Misery- The state of suffering and want

As a result of physical circumstance

Or extreme poverty"

But the only reason he picked up a gun

Was because his stomach was growling

Outside his barred windows the animals was growling

They stuck him in a jungle

So he adapted to become a savage

The schools taught him nothing

Learned everything he know from the streets and his music

But the only thing he learned from the street acoustics

Was to get money, fuck bitches, and be abusive

Since birth money and violence was fed to him

All he ever known

So he felt like the world was owed to him

Now he behind bars

Analyzing the mistakes

That was done by him

Wait so they trapped me in a jungle

And I became a savage

"Savage- not domesticated or cultivated"

What more do I need to say

Other than that they un-cultivated me

When they ripped away my culture

They try to keep my people down

And pick at our few remains like vultures

And I don't need to say names

Or replace blame

For my incarceration is due to my own ignorance

Which they say is bliss

But what bliss is this

No longer free

To Be me

But labeled as "State Property"