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.
