Birdman's Writtings

I am a prisoner.

A prisoner in a jail set forth by my peers A

jail corupt with temptaion of the fleash and

      superficial material obsession

A jail with set rules

Rules that don't allow us to be ourselves

Rules that keep us from being unique through

        personal expresion

wheather in clothes or attitude

IF we break these rules of jail we risk the

      chance of solitary confiment

I prefer to take that risk

For if I landed in solitary confiment