Dog catchers and people catchers. Same thang. |
Imagine this... A puppy coming into the world Surrounded on all sides By a catcher and a killer. Barely a chance to squirm And get its eyez open Before it has two choices,,, To be captured or To die. Then Imagine this... Born in the 1950s/60s To two drunken drug addicts A catcher on one side A killer on the other In a neighborhood down south With nothing on the outside Except more Catchers and Killers No passage Past the invisible color line On both sides of the door. Your family thinks of you No more Than they do. Imagine this... Trying to survive that And ask yourself How the hell The dog managed to escape Both the catcher And the killer. Cuz that's me Barking and biting Instead of scratching and survivin' Without much of a choice Let alone a chance And still... Imagine this... Here I am If you can Surrounded by thick glass walls And concrete ceilings Where you can't see up there Let alone get Up there. Then imagine this... Not going psycho In the midst An uber-bitch with an attitude Fighting and clawing Pasts racists and rapists Tryin' ta find Whatever life God gave me. Had for me. Had for me, past tense, this is true Barely holdin' on By a thread of sanity. Running from the Catcher And the Killer. And they're still looking for me. |