"Enjoy your trip!" the sheriff said as they led me from the courtroom "Enjoy your trip!" ...the sheriff said as I was manacled to the floor of the iron bus.. now with a different type of bling. The chains I wore on the block And the chains I wear now Are strangely similar. Bondage, they both speak. My machismo, my integrity challenged my will gets weak, each time they say "Drop em..spread ya cheeks" How did I end up here? All I wanted to do was ...represent my block ...watch the young boys clock ...pick up the drop ...get my cut off the top To watch and laugh as they stomp a elder who wants a refund. In the absence of normal stimuli, delerious... from sheer boredom, the mind invents games... The exact number of steps I take before hitting the showers, 137. the number of bricks in my cell wall 29. The difference in sound between a man getting beat and a man getting raped. So familiar with rats, I give them names. The jangle of keys, the buzzer informs me its time to eat. The mad scramble of 315 brothers. A modern day slave ship. Every day, steel grey. How did I end up here? Was it because Daddy was never there? Mommy really didnt care? Or a community too stressed, too intoxicated to even notice? Or was it my unresolved issues of abandonment, neglect, disenfranchisement? Or just greed? Thru the glass partition My wife's condition worries me. Her eyes reflect confusion and fatigue. My daughter's fear... hyper-alert, as if she's being followed. I ban them from visitation. "Enjoy your trip" the sheriff said. The final "clang" of the yard gate the noise, the smells... A sign over the the passage way said, "Welcome to Hell" I mean, really. How did I end up here?