Inner Thoughts

Johnny sat on the old block still/ chillin on the stoop Torn words flying the breeze it built/ emotion was doomed His thoughts were born of pain/ soon drowned his tears away Colour faded from the picture frame/ reminiscing his roots Beat broke spirit/ to hear it, it just be Judas Traitor on the spot/ Ludacris to do this Child emotion/ wild back hand crossed face Burned on the arm/ from a cigarette that laced Choke hold tuck rolled/ what'd he do to cause it Glad for a week day/ gone to school to pause it Deposit all sins/ on Sunday in a closet Returned all faith/ a molesting Father Johnny sits behind the cold steel still/ waiting for his chance To get outside in the world/ to appeal and make a new stance He be sorry for the day that he arranged/ to have that life taken away And wants to show the people of the world/ he's changed, will you give him a chance Day's that be hated/ battle up on the front line The craze never faded/ saddled up for the one time Like Mel Brooks blazing/ for a laugh thought all mine Crashing through the door/ like a Young Gun's soul shined On a truth/ that made this youth snap back Crack that head/ looking back Never made sense when/ a time he thought, he had the picture put together Parole denied/ cause they thought he hadn't gotten better Johnny stares at his own face in the mirror/ trying to find some truth The only thing that looks back is his fear/ not common to you His personality has never changed/ even though he was arraigned on Man one/ now he'll face this day, his judgment of truth