School/Facility: Wasatch Youth Center
Teaching Artist: Bonnie Shaw
I’m tired of sitting in this empty cell.
The crimes I committed
make me think I’m going to hell.
Why do I choose this life?
Why can’t I do things right?
I’m sorry to my family, all of those I hurt.
Rest in peace
to the homie
lying in the dirt.
Why do I hurt the people I love?
Why do I only love some?
In & out of lockup,
that’s the way I live.
But I can’t stop.
Why am I locked up?
Why can’t I stop?
I’m too addicted
To the rush.
The life I’m living is rough.
I feel like I’m a screw
that’s made out of rust.
Why am I stuck between good and bad?
Why is my life so sad?
I’ll be able to change.
It’s going to be hard.
This was the way I was raised.
Why is it so hard to change?
Why was I raised to live this way?
I grew up seeing
my parents locked in a cage.
I grew up with dogs,
the ones that can’t be tamed.
I’ve seen the streets steal kids.
Very little remains.
Why did I have to witness these things?
Why did I let these things impact my dreams?
All these memories will be with me
till the end of my days.
I’m a product of my environment.
Man, I don’t know if I’ll ever change.
Why is the only thing I can say?
Why did things turn out this way?