Through the years or duration of my poetry
It seems that my poetry focused on an imprisoned me
It seems that it focused on a breakthrough
But what happens when I hit hat breakthrough
What happens to my poetry then
It my explanation to what’s been happening
I experienced a breakthrough
You hear that I experienced a breakthrough
A break from finally what seem to never come
A break from my incarcerated life that seemed so glum
Away from anything that caused stress
Away from it all so I could live for less
So with this breakthrough I press on by
Came with a price to pay dearly with my life
Because I lived through this
My writings, my poetry was given death’s fatal kiss
Death by the name of survival throughout the years
Death in the name of no more tears
The inevitable death, the marvelous breakthrough
The most recent dilemma between the two
With the current other issues at hand
Its enough to drive me crazy man
Yeah I experienced a breakthrough
Now what’s do I use to fuse my inspiration to
So you ask what should it come to
I just look at you and say yeah I experienced a breakthrough