Recidivism

by: Aaron Meshell, 2010
I just got out of prison, cut loose and finally free!
I know I’ve learned my lesson, this you can believe.
It’s only myself, I may deceive!
Let me explain.
I want to change, though everything else, remains the same.
You see I think I can cope, except now, I’m penny less and broke,
although, I can’t give up hope.
They told me I can start a new trend,
“Where to begin?”
Is the ultimate question.
Before my confession, I had the essentials to survive,
Only after time, I lost it all, including my ride.
Now I return to the same environment, with less then I had before.
And no job means no money for rent,
meaning the dope man is right next door.
I just hope my transition to society, doesn’t take a backseat to my ambitions in reality.
For when greed over rules needs,
Whom is the fool? You or Me?
The same air we all breath
and locking me up, isn’t exactly free.
It’s the taxpayers who really pay for these dirty deeds.
Just please, Mister please, don’t throw away the key!
And above all, say a special prayer, just for me,
that I adjust to society, living crime free.