Trapped

Artist Interpretations, Explanations and Thoughts

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion

Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion

Cause they never taught peace in the black community

All we know is violence, do they job in silence

What do I do? Live my life in a prison cell?

I’d rather die than be trapped in a living hell

They got me trapped, trapped in my own community.

Painted in dark dank colors, prison bars tightly held with hands of all colors, some dripping in blood, as to signify the power and strength that we hold in our hands. The viewer can see ever so slightly small slivers of blue hope through the prison bars, remembering there is always hope, no matter how dark the situation is.