Jonathan Gordon


Cooked like a bakery

Even a blind person could see right through the fakery

Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape the PAST

In a cold turn in the sequence of events, one minute he thought he was on top

Then the next thing he knew, he watched himself drop drop, drop, DROOOP

He fell flat on his back with no cushion

Never thought he’d find it in himself to keep it pushin

Can’t escape, can’t escape, CAN’T ESCAPE YOUR FATE


Lookin up at the sky with tears drippin from his eyes asking God: “Why? Why? Why?”


He never meant no harm, all he ever wanted was a piece of the pie,

Instead, what he got wasn’t what he had ever bargained for

What he got was a train running right over him on the tracks

He wish he could do it all over again & give the live he choose back

Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape The CONSEQUENCES OF BAD ACTIONS!!!

Being on top is one thing, but staying there is another

The punishment he’s living in, he wouldn’t wish up on his worst enemy or any other

It’s been a struggle just to be sane & find a purpose to keep wanting to wake up

The horrors he faces everyday, not even the most imaginative of minds could make up

Not only HIS life, but the lives of his family members got a complete shake up

Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape The suffering & pain


Wrecked like a train

This is something he never saw coming, never did he expect, & can’t justify or explain

They say: “What’s done is done, the past is history.”

They also say: “The ways in which God works is a mystery.”

Yeah, that’s true, but it’s NOT SO EASY TO ACCEPT for one whose life is nothing but misery

They also say: “Let bygones be bygones.”

Yet you can’t escape the bygones when your past leaves you haunted

At one time he thought he’d have all the material things he’d ever wanted

He thought he was “That Guy” & he wasn’t afraid to flaunt it…

He was a stranger in his own world not knowing his own place

Until reality rose up & smacked him DEAD across his face!!!

Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape REALITY

With out risk, there’s no reward

This is the ultimate loss he just can’t afford

Yet fortunately instead of crumbling…He rose above the circumstances of the situation, he spread his wings & soared

He now knows what it is to be humbled & floored

Reflecting on that time when the tears had poured & poured & poured
& poured

Come to find out the one’s he hurt most, was ones he loved & adored

Completely absorbed

In his own world of: MADE UP reality

He’s just now coming into his own

From the time he was little till the time he was grown

The seeds for destruction
had been sown

Now today, the most contact he has with his family is through a GTL phone

Not fitting in, in the environment he’s confined to, day by day he walks the path alone

Everywhere he looks, most people put on a facade that seems hard as stone

Afraid to put any of their emotions or feelings on a sleeve

But deep down inside all they can do is feel miserable & grieve

Because the feelings of bitterness, hate & depression just
won’t seem to leave

The people he comes across in his walk who aggravate & intentionally push buttons is his big pet peeve

It’s already bad enough

For him to have to deal with all this other CRAZY stuff

On top of having to don this perpetual facade of being tough

Fully aware that the road ahead is really jagged & rough

But old habits DIE HARD, so sometimes when forced to think off the cuff

Bad decisions rule the day…

Can’t escape, can’t escape…

Thanks for your time!!!

Jonathan Gordon
DOC #793350

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