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Glass houses
Glass Houses”
In this cage of stone and steel,
Where the air feels thick and the pain is real,
A different kind of poison floods these halls,
Crystal glass traded in bathroom stalls.
More dope in here than out in the street,
Ice so cold it’ll freeze your heartbeat.
CO’s turn blind eyes, pockets get fed,
While another soul’s strung out or dead.
A hit for a book, a favor, a name,
In a world where survival’s the only game.
I seen men sell their future for a shard,
Chasing a high while their hearts grow hard.
The devil got a P.O. box in here,
Letters written in blood, sealed with fear.
And I was one of ‘em — lost in the smoke,
Till God kicked my chest, and I finally woke.
Whispers of death in the dead of night,
But I saw beauty through flickering light.
A bird on the wire, a cloud in the sky,
Proof there's still life where most come to die.
I put down the pipe, left it behind,
Fought like a soldier for peace in my mind.
It ain’t easy when the demons surround,
When temptation’s the loudest familiar sound.
But I walk through the yard with my head held high,
A sober man under a crooked sky.
Not perfect, not clean in the world’s sharp eyes,
But redeemed by a God who hears convict cries.
So yeah — this place is a graveyard dressed in gray,
But I find beauty in the smallest way.
A laugh, a letter, a beam of sun,
And I know this fight ain't done till it's won.
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