PSYCHOLOGICAL FIRE

Living in the cage of HELL

makes my mind go insane

makes my brain feel pain

No identity, no name

You describe this cage of Hell

As a

JAIL

As a

CELL

But what it really is

is a PIT

A PIT of psychological fire

Hot like the core of the earth

veins burning

from the

scorching poison

that flows through

to

kill me inside then out

you slowly torture me

to deteriorate my cerebellum

no words you won’t tell ‘em

How we’re here

to surrender

surrender our lives

to four walls and a steel door

It’s not my life no more

I don’t control what’s in store

The dance with the devil

All bass no treble

Beatin’ through my head

like a hammer on a nail

Rammin’ through my skull

like a bull through a rail

is that gas I smell

white paint, silver toilets, and bright lights

breaks a man down

to make him feel

feel like a child

When he steps out that door

that man acts wild

And to subdue him

You need a crowd

So I sit back and ask

How

How could my mind be

so infiltrated by this

inferno

It’s like when the Sun

sits there and beats

But even the sun don’t want

no problems with this heat

Satan said “You on your own-

I didn’t make that Hell-

even I can’t survive in that cell”

And I’m like damn

made by man

ran with no hands

But when I try to take a stand

I’m knocked back down

by a fist of

Psychological Fire

Jasiri Kilinda Watu

aka Christopher A. Young

#999508 Polunsky Unit

3872 FM 350 S.

Livingston, TX 77351 U.S.A.

E-mail: Christopher.Anthony.Young@gmail.com

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT