Coal Minded

You assume prison is me at rock bottom well the pressure of my plummet fused that sentiment into sediment and from that depth, diamonds formed picture me not in prison, but standing on a treasure trove as the reflective prisms beam with an array of colors bouncing off shimmers of light formed at the end of the tunnel no I'm not lost my ground is enriched by the light of resilience the darkness beholds wisdom of a thousand failures oh I know too clearly where I'm at I'm in a coal mind and your opinions are all the pressure I'll ever need