Hardcore Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Hardcore



He walked in the room
Shackled and cuffed
Tattoos everywhere
He looked like a thug

Life in the lock-up
Kept his nerves on edge
Dealing with the chaos
Messed with his head

The State had a deal
He'd walk away free
Take a Stet
Let things be

Over in a flash
He felt so relieved
No need to be hardcore
Finally at ease

A scene in court
Played out this day
A man in trouble
Finding his way

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Baltimore, Maryland
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