🔵 By Charles Mason Monroe. Photo by lauragrafie.
I’d sent a picture from the prison yard to a news desk in Chicago, Though I knew that once it got there it would be too hard to swallow
That a man who seeks his destiny, who’s found his inner light
Would be somewhere off at Green Rock, Prison Songs and Prison Stripes
I contemplated briefly, thinking, ‚what more could I do‘,
That would help to get this point across, I’m not the one they knew
I’ve evolved and I’ve awakened and inside me lies a torch
Then I figured I would write it, something sweet and something short
‚Don’t be swayed by my surroundings, for this place is not a plight There’s been war and there’s been peace but in the end I’ve saved my life
So a picture from the prison yard was sent for all to see,
He who’d went off chasing pearls and found salvation in the deep
Don’t I know there will be critics, but save your mockery and hate
I care only for the mission, I care only for the faith
so if you don’t like this picture, tear it up and turn the page
but I keep up at this pace and soon the world will know my name