I feel like a slave in chains with no key.
By Bo’Arm (so nicknamed because at the age of 11, he was shot in his right arm in a drive-by, causing it to heal deformed)
is what I hunt in my dreams, but never find.
It’s like the system is designed to make a man mentally decline.
That’s why every day for me is an uphill battle.
I know that if I settle for this life,
I’ll be on the front lines with a knife in my hand,
pushing the pedal to the metal.
But it seems like every time I turn my back,
I get stabbed in the back,
forcing me to attack…
and ultimately leaving me trapped
like a lion in a cage.
A slave in chains with no key.
To be alive is amazing, but to be living this life
on the other side of a locked door
Dudes wonder why my colors change
like a chameleon;
But the way they do their time will keep us all
If we’re not building,
then what the fuck are we doing,
besides coming up with more ways to be trapped.
Homie, I’ve been away from my daughter for 12 years,
and I’m just tryna make it back.
I couldn’t care less about DM messages and Instagram flexing;
these dudes care more about rappers
than they believe in themselves.
When I have a mother who’s sick, aging and restless,
I can’t afford to move reckless.
But what if I had no other option?
What if I had to kill a man, because he wanted to prove
he could go harder?
What if I was put in a situation with no choice but to react?
Would the judge care about the facts,
or would I be another brother lost in the system…
Bo’arm writes about the dog-eat-dog nature of prison life, often forcing people to defend themselves or their mates. He says: “I’ll protect myself by any means, but hear me: I want to come home. I want to eat a salmon patty and drink a Sprite soda, while watching a game of basketball with my daughter. My wants and needs are small and I can finally see light. I want it more than anything. Going back to such a hopeless state would crush me.”