They say life’s a bitch and then you die, that's why I can cry when a real homie die. They say there is a Heaven for a gangsta. Well is there? Find yourself and tell me... LOST Lost in another world, I pray that God finds me and I know he will But will it be too late? When he comes looking and I can't be found, will he continue to look or will I be forever "LOST" in time? LOST I'd be just another memory like all our fallen soldiers, another page turned making our today a yesterday and must I still go on? LOST? Tired of living like this Sometimes I just want to give up But I keep my faith up, stay prayed up, and hold on, cause I know life goes on. But I really pray that he continue to look, cause I'll continue to seek, wish I could find him before me. But as another day comes to an end I'm still seeking cause of my faith within ...LOST... If you or someone you know is a currently or formerly incarcerated person with creative content to offer, please submit your materials to admin@vote-nola.org and we'll be in touch! We'll share the content on social media and always give credit to the artist(s) involved. Any type of submission--whether stories, poems, illustrations, music, videos or something else--are welcome! Jeremy Smith is currently incarcerated at Angola State Penitentiary. Comments are closed.
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