Another day in the pen… (Poem)

Another day trapped in the sheep pen
Gettin fed all typa feed
Camped up right side the sheep gate
Waiting for my chance to flee

I don’t know what they be sayin
But I know it ain’t for me
Cuz allz I know is I can see and
what I see is blasphemy

They always sayin they needing savin
But who saves a piece of meat?
Locked up inside the sheep pen
Got em marching to the beat

But outside the sheeple dreamland
A Paradise they could never see
It’s ride or die
I ain’t fearing no man
I’d rather die than lose my faith