This is a bit urban, and one of my favorite pieces Ive written
When I get out of this solitary confined mind,
Maybe I can change
Maybe try to explain a man of my kind
I never expected how it would be such a long time
So, I start a new pattern of games
One end of the phone sounds like home
And the other is ashamed
So disgraced
Ashamed to carry this name
The ones when I truly had no one
They were always the ones who came
My life,
It's kind of like Vegas
Because I'm always gambling
Taking advantage of great opportunities
And never acknowledging family
Facin' the God awful truth
Pacin' through all my problems
Tracin' back to my youth
Amazin' when I can solve them
Waistin' my time with you
You,
Meaning the resembling kind
At the present time
Surround my solitary confined mind
One hour in the yard
To share with one like me
And two guards
Some cowards and some hard
Do bare only two cards
One wrong
And one right
Please let me get through this night
That means one less day to go
Fist fights,
Everyone loves to see a show
So entertained while contained
You'll see bruises on their wrists
From being shackled and chained
Yet,
The center of my pain
Can't be explained
The frustration overbears me
On the way I do things
But when I return
A brand new routine
I promise
Stop living life to prove things
But honest
Did I mention?
I was sorry for all the bridges I've burned
And for all the tension
A lot I need to learn
Like worrying about my pension
It's never too late to forget
That I'm a great man
So I can act like who I am
Quit running these scams
Blaming it on the man
Or whoever doesn't give a damn
When the truth is I didn't
There I said it
Now prove it
Stop talking and just do it
Stop barking
And bite
Then start a new life
I'm gonna crawl
Through these bars
And break
Through these chains
And escape
Rewind
And never return
To this solitary confined mind.
Written by,
Brian Murphy
Poetry by Bian Mrphy
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Written on 2006-05-23 at 14:44
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MY SOLITARY CONFINED MIND
Solitary Confined MindWhen I get out of this solitary confined mind,
Maybe I can change
Maybe try to explain a man of my kind
I never expected how it would be such a long time
So, I start a new pattern of games
One end of the phone sounds like home
And the other is ashamed
So disgraced
Ashamed to carry this name
The ones when I truly had no one
They were always the ones who came
My life,
It's kind of like Vegas
Because I'm always gambling
Taking advantage of great opportunities
And never acknowledging family
Facin' the God awful truth
Pacin' through all my problems
Tracin' back to my youth
Amazin' when I can solve them
Waistin' my time with you
You,
Meaning the resembling kind
At the present time
Surround my solitary confined mind
One hour in the yard
To share with one like me
And two guards
Some cowards and some hard
Do bare only two cards
One wrong
And one right
Please let me get through this night
That means one less day to go
Fist fights,
Everyone loves to see a show
So entertained while contained
You'll see bruises on their wrists
From being shackled and chained
Yet,
The center of my pain
Can't be explained
The frustration overbears me
On the way I do things
But when I return
A brand new routine
I promise
Stop living life to prove things
But honest
Did I mention?
I was sorry for all the bridges I've burned
And for all the tension
A lot I need to learn
Like worrying about my pension
It's never too late to forget
That I'm a great man
So I can act like who I am
Quit running these scams
Blaming it on the man
Or whoever doesn't give a damn
When the truth is I didn't
There I said it
Now prove it
Stop talking and just do it
Stop barking
And bite
Then start a new life
I'm gonna crawl
Through these bars
And break
Through these chains
And escape
Rewind
And never return
To this solitary confined mind.
Written by,
Brian Murphy
Poetry by Bian Mrphy
Read 912 times
Written on 2006-05-23 at 14:44
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