I know both sides of the fence and both feel free, and both feel like prison an inhumane a trap to me. Unfree from the inner workings from the outside looking in. A game we must play but we will never win. What looks like peace a high like no other, injected into our veins past down from our mothers. An energy blowing your mind like a magicians smoke all fumes and haze. But life so quickly goes up in a blaze. Behind bars behind glasses drinking and smoking burning cells to ashes. Yellow rocks lush green buds crystalline capsules and juuls. Just for freedom to come from freedom this how life and death duels. So there is no prison and there is no freedom since Prison is freedom and freedom is prison on both sides of the fence.
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