Light At the End of the Tunnel

In my Cellblock

Ducking suckers

And cops,

Drama never stops,

No need to be specific;

It’s prison, that’s to

Be expected-headphones on,

In my own zone

Listening to music,

Making my life terrific;

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

Suited and booted

In the wee hours,

An idiosyncrasy of a poet

Writing rhymes

For the people to devour

And develop power,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

When you’re trapped in the rain

And you’re calling His name,

The storm took your house away,

You’re going insane,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

When you’re down on your luck

And you wanna give up,

Because the road is tough

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain.