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"identity"
"count-time, count-time!"
three times a day
counting the days
as he works, plays and lays
sometimes full of anger sometimes full of pain
promising when he gets out of this
it won't be the same
missing the smell
of that sweet soft stuff
hands between his legs
"got damn, this is rough"....
looking at niggas, every single day
encounters of persuasion
to go the other way
CO's trippin, telling him what to do
"i'm a grown ass man"
"motha fucka, this could have been you!"
looking for blame or a justified excuse
because trust and believe
there's always his truth
of this new identity
inmate number 996663
a bid for eight
done more than half
gotta figure out
the future from the past
so time is what he'll use
to come up with that plan
for these are the days
she'll perceive him to be that man
a man of change a man of growth
while she is weak and seeking
that's when he can invoke
and plant that seed
the seed of hope
wanting her to be secure
but something he can not give himself
and his past will then become her future
slowly she swallows and almost chokes
at the very thought of his persistent pursuit for her
now both counting
counting the days
as she works, plays and lays
sometimes full of anger sometimes full of pain
promising when she gets out of this
it wont' be the same
Written by Lynette Jefferies
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