inmate #234-43 Cellblock 6-D; Jeffrey A. Henry
The story of inmate #234-43 Cellblock 6-D:
Geffrey A. Henry
(convicted: mass murderer)
It was childs play at first but the thirst for blood increased
Brother, theif, lottery leap, she wept and I still weap in sleep
Kept the peace but the order turned to chaos and feast
Maybe beliefs about maidens asleep made me this deep
Atleast she snoozed when I last peeked n bit with glass teeth
Eat fast, sleep, dream and wake at dawn like it never beat…
A heart so fast, darts of trash a crackelating a vision so neat
Tissue defeat, feet’s tapping cross a lonely bedroom n sheets
One soul, one child to reap n harvest, the meekest target
Being honest, said and done I love a virgin body in harness
Rotting in gardens, pieces scattered, splattered and bruised
Grabbed, stabbed and abused, used to the fullest extent
Bullet’s and prints, removed from cavities, skull and the limbs
An innocent man, with a twisted mind so close to insane
Still choke till they claim that they need burns to the brain
Notice this man, as he’s still seen normally in urban terrains
The story of inmate #873-75 Cellblock 8-E:
Steve Finnegan
(convicted: Manslaughter)
piss, chalk lines, crip walks and diss talk to missed stalks
I loaded the Ingram, carried two clips in the whip, fists talk
Bitches get fixed, six on the trip, three front n three in the back
Jesus on tracks, snitches like bees on wax, believe in the act
Loaded the gat, stiches get tacked, fucked up and wacked
A mac with a gun, attack on the front porch of his house
Popping the cat, wife got hit on the run, schorched in a blouse
Blood on the walls, stains on the lawn, this the law that is drawn
Police on the tail, gat’s flapping to chests, clapping the best…
..Of this city, pity their vests didn’t fit their big shitty breasts
got popped in the mouth brains on the seats of their van
…wheels squeking on streets, police keeping the plan
…carpets of spikes, wheels squeeking, flat tires to rims
flames igniting to the tarmac, not feeling fly in my timbs
stopping the car, popping the door, running in woods
kid got gunned in the hood, and I’m still cunning in woods
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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