The reason i am gone is because i was hated, A life full of dope, no hope, segregated

Ok so i have a friend named Corey. Hes a real decent man. Walking the christian path. But he keeps it real. So he is a poet, no bs. And a damn good one.

So having read many of his poems, and those of other inmates. I’d like to put some on the blog. He has 2 in particular i’d like U to post Amy. They are really thought prevoking and crazy honest.

-Brent Brents

Concrete Revival.

The reason i died was because i was broken

An old vending machine that just ate my token

Could’nt sleep without pills, wake up hating life

I’d be mad at the world, my family, my wife

I took her to church but not for a wedding

We were at my funeral, the day i was dreading

The reason i am gone is because i was hated

A life full of dope, no hope, segregated

But then i woke up in a box made of concrete

Walking in circles in hell like a zombie

At first i was blind but i started to see

It was heaven not hell that filled the cell around me

How could i be happy, locked up cause of theft?

The right path was in front of me but i chose the left

I can finaly say i’m at peace and i’m sober

A catch 22, cause i wish it was over

The reason i took was so that i could give

And the reason i died was so that i could finally live.

Written by: Corey F. 2017

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