Confined behind these walls

Confined behind these bars

Confined in these halls

You know who we are…


We’re your kids

We’re your loved ones

We’re your friends

The young ones.


They confine us to our minds

24 hours a day

Step back from that line

They can’t understand why we lose our way


Correctional Facility

Confined punishment

C’mon, you’re killing me.

You cannot make that judgment


If we traded places

Looking out from our view

Then you’d see the hatred on their faces.

So you’d see we’re abused…

However if you got to know me

I’m only interested in expanding my mind.

See there’s no need for controlling –

‘Cause you’ve already got us confined!

Thomas P. USP


About Wyld Chyld

Artist, activist.
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