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  • Government Name: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Register Number: 62151-066
  • Age:38
  • Time Served:15 + yrs.
  • Home Town:Laurel, MD
  • Sentence:LIFE +24 yrs.
  • Current Charge:Murder
  • Alias:Marco Miguel
  • Release Date:Seeking post-conviction relief
  • Prison Affiliation:Orthodox Sunni Muslim
  • Circle of Influence:Tewhan Butler
  • Institution:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • I am a Maryland State Prisoner in the Special Management Unit of the federal prison system in the fifteenth year of a LIFE + 24-year sentence. NOPE, NONE OF IT WAS WORTH IT!
  • Evil I See You

    It’s evil, It’s evil! I’m human, but I wish I didn’t know people I’m better with no equal, there’ll be no sequel, the beginning and ending is me, Alpha and Omega to believe Seize thoughts of envy, control your jealousy, so what you’re telling me, bears no relevancy The legacy’s mine! Live a legend, die a legend, in time You ain’t happy, in misery, trying to trap me with wickedness you spit, lips drip poisonous venom Your limbs testify to... READ MORE

  • My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know

    Marco Miguel was an early contributor to Live form Lockdown while in solitary confinement in the the Special Management Unit in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. Marco was a Maryland state prisoner serving LIFE and placed in federal custody because he was problematic in Maryland’s state prisons. Marco spent over 10 years in solitary confinement and complained that he felt he was trapped and constantly set up for failure by prison staff so that he would never get out of solitary... READ MORE

  • Note to Self

    Congratulations to Tewhan Butler aka Mass on the release of his book America’s Massacre: The Audacity of Despair and a Meassage of Hope.  This song “Note to Self” was written by me to be sung by Cee-Lo Green. Tell me you can’t hear Cee-Lo singing it. Tale-carrying, lies, backbiting, gossip, slander, got me like, what’s the matter/ Are you out to cancel my book, or just close a chapter, shatter my dreams, alter all I’m after?/ Tale-carrying, lies,... READ MORE

  • Missing One Hundred Percent

    Can you squeeze me with your softly, touch me with your gentle, let me lay my weary head upon your fluffy pillows? Will you embrace me, pulling me closer than close to feel your heart beat, while the cloud of my mind rains tears through troubled eyes? Would you pull my head to your shoulder with hands of care, caress me with each softness you possess, showing me your blanket of warmth is there, secure in place? A firm rock you’ll be, bearing strength to feed me strong, encouraging me with... READ MORE

  • Abortion: In a nutshell

    In those youthful years I reminisce of in bittersweet reflection, helplessly I wish I could change the experiences.  I do believe every one of those precious children had a right to life, live and be affectionately loved by me. There’s no doubt that communication is vital in all relationships, in spite of how minor or major one deems them to be. Every one of those women deserved a man, something I couldn’t give them at the time. Each of those unique situations should’ve been... READ MORE

  • Our kids are in a better place

    A stripper she became, her dark hair fell down upon her shoulders like rain/Dancing on stages, sliding on poles, getting paid for favors in V.I.P., dollars came for private shows and parties/Out of peepholes and windows she’d glance, to capture looks of me whom she wanted to be her man badly/Sadly, she’d take swallows of beer to escape the world she feared, then clearing her drink, she’d puff cigarettes to think/Scary reflections for my secretary before she disrobed, had a... READ MORE

  • Can I trust you?

    Can I trust you to grip my hand firmly in the storm’s eye, never letting go, keeping me strong by your side, if my palms aren’t gripped by you affectionate fingertips I’ll be swept away consumed by the gloomiest gray day’s and bitter cold nights Can I trust you to be my sunshine, the crystal blue sky in my mind Responsible for every ivory-white cloud I see, adoringly smiling upon me, winking with care, I’ll share heartbeats with my twinkling star, with each heave... READ MORE

  • A Tear of Lonely

    One lonely tear, rolled like a stream from the corner of my left eyelid down my cheek, upon waking from a dream at two thirty in the morning. So realistically, I saw my daughter before I woke to that one lonely tear. It dripped for all of the year’s past, ran for every day sad, because her I don’t know. The lonely tear rained for distance but felt so close; not taking long to dry, it disappeared, evaporated from where it’s still near– my heart. My soul’s... READ MORE

  • Picture This

    Live from Lockdown values diversity and all walks of life. However, an unfortunate reality in many prisons, especially those located in rural areas, is extreme racial tension and hatred between inmates and staff. This is not to say all members of the staff at a facility express and engage in racial hatred but there are those who do. And when they do, the effects are devastating to prison culture and erode any constructive relationships between staff and inmate. Inmates have noted the Bureau... READ MORE

  • Beauty As You

    With a thriving passion you’ve come back to me, provoking reflections of the past, where I couldn’t see beauty standing right before me, as I busied myself like the wind drifting to and fro, in and out upon gusts, riding currents as they waved. Serious you were, while I played in youthful folly, following whims, instead of giving the messages you’d send deserving attention. Foolishly, I was blind, deaf, unable to listen, standing tall then, I thought; small now, having fell... READ MORE

  • Evil I See You

    It’s evil, It’s evil! I’m human, but I wish I didn’t know people I’m better with no equal, there’ll be no sequel, the beginning and ending is me, Alpha and Omega to believe Seize thoughts of envy, control your jealousy, so what you’re telling me, bears no relevancy The legacy’s mine! Live a legend, die a legend, in time You ain’t happy, in misery, trying to trap me with wickedness you spit, lips drip poisonous venom Your limbs testify to... READ MORE

  • My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know

    Marco Miguel was an early contributor to Live form Lockdown while in solitary confinement in the the Special Management Unit in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. Marco was a Maryland state prisoner serving LIFE and placed in federal custody because he was problematic in Maryland’s state prisons. Marco spent over 10 years in solitary confinement and complained that he felt he was trapped and constantly set up for failure by prison staff so that he would never get out of solitary... READ MORE

  • Note to Self

    Congratulations to Tewhan Butler aka Mass on the release of his book America’s Massacre: The Audacity of Despair and a Meassage of Hope.  This song “Note to Self” was written by me to be sung by Cee-Lo Green. Tell me you can’t hear Cee-Lo singing it. Tale-carrying, lies, backbiting, gossip, slander, got me like, what’s the matter/ Are you out to cancel my book, or just close a chapter, shatter my dreams, alter all I’m after?/ Tale-carrying, lies,... READ MORE

  • Missing One Hundred Percent

    Can you squeeze me with your softly, touch me with your gentle, let me lay my weary head upon your fluffy pillows? Will you embrace me, pulling me closer than close to feel your heart beat, while the cloud of my mind rains tears through troubled eyes? Would you pull my head to your shoulder with hands of care, caress me with each softness you possess, showing me your blanket of warmth is there, secure in place? A firm rock you’ll be, bearing strength to feed me strong, encouraging me with... READ MORE

  • Abortion: In a nutshell

    In those youthful years I reminisce of in bittersweet reflection, helplessly I wish I could change the experiences.  I do believe every one of those precious children had a right to life, live and be affectionately loved by me. There’s no doubt that communication is vital in all relationships, in spite of how minor or major one deems them to be. Every one of those women deserved a man, something I couldn’t give them at the time. Each of those unique situations should’ve been... READ MORE

  • Our kids are in a better place

    A stripper she became, her dark hair fell down upon her shoulders like rain/Dancing on stages, sliding on poles, getting paid for favors in V.I.P., dollars came for private shows and parties/Out of peepholes and windows she’d glance, to capture looks of me whom she wanted to be her man badly/Sadly, she’d take swallows of beer to escape the world she feared, then clearing her drink, she’d puff cigarettes to think/Scary reflections for my secretary before she disrobed, had a... READ MORE

  • Can I trust you?

    Can I trust you to grip my hand firmly in the storm’s eye, never letting go, keeping me strong by your side, if my palms aren’t gripped by you affectionate fingertips I’ll be swept away consumed by the gloomiest gray day’s and bitter cold nights Can I trust you to be my sunshine, the crystal blue sky in my mind Responsible for every ivory-white cloud I see, adoringly smiling upon me, winking with care, I’ll share heartbeats with my twinkling star, with each heave... READ MORE

  • A Tear of Lonely

    One lonely tear, rolled like a stream from the corner of my left eyelid down my cheek, upon waking from a dream at two thirty in the morning. So realistically, I saw my daughter before I woke to that one lonely tear. It dripped for all of the year’s past, ran for every day sad, because her I don’t know. The lonely tear rained for distance but felt so close; not taking long to dry, it disappeared, evaporated from where it’s still near– my heart. My soul’s... READ MORE

  • Picture This

    Live from Lockdown values diversity and all walks of life. However, an unfortunate reality in many prisons, especially those located in rural areas, is extreme racial tension and hatred between inmates and staff. This is not to say all members of the staff at a facility express and engage in racial hatred but there are those who do. And when they do, the effects are devastating to prison culture and erode any constructive relationships between staff and inmate. Inmates have noted the Bureau... READ MORE

  • Beauty As You

    With a thriving passion you’ve come back to me, provoking reflections of the past, where I couldn’t see beauty standing right before me, as I busied myself like the wind drifting to and fro, in and out upon gusts, riding currents as they waved. Serious you were, while I played in youthful folly, following whims, instead of giving the messages you’d send deserving attention. Foolishly, I was blind, deaf, unable to listen, standing tall then, I thought; small now, having fell... READ MORE

  • Evil I See You

    It’s evil, It’s evil! I’m human, but I wish I didn’t know people I’m better with no equal, there’ll be no sequel, the beginning and ending is me, Alpha and Omega to believe Seize thoughts of envy, control your jealousy, so what you’re telling me, bears no relevancy The legacy’s mine! Live a legend, die a legend, in time You ain’t happy, in misery, trying to trap me with wickedness you spit, lips drip poisonous venom Your limbs testify to... READ MORE

  • My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know

    Marco Miguel was an early contributor to Live form Lockdown while in solitary confinement in the the Special Management Unit in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. Marco was a Maryland state prisoner serving LIFE and placed in federal custody because he was problematic in Maryland’s state prisons. Marco spent over 10 years in solitary confinement and complained that he felt he was trapped and constantly set up for failure by prison staff so that he would never get out of solitary... READ MORE

  • Note to Self

    Congratulations to Tewhan Butler aka Mass on the release of his book America’s Massacre: The Audacity of Despair and a Meassage of Hope.  This song “Note to Self” was written by me to be sung by Cee-Lo Green. Tell me you can’t hear Cee-Lo singing it. Tale-carrying, lies, backbiting, gossip, slander, got me like, what’s the matter/ Are you out to cancel my book, or just close a chapter, shatter my dreams, alter all I’m after?/ Tale-carrying, lies,... READ MORE

  • Missing One Hundred Percent

    Can you squeeze me with your softly, touch me with your gentle, let me lay my weary head upon your fluffy pillows? Will you embrace me, pulling me closer than close to feel your heart beat, while the cloud of my mind rains tears through troubled eyes? Would you pull my head to your shoulder with hands of care, caress me with each softness you possess, showing me your blanket of warmth is there, secure in place? A firm rock you’ll be, bearing strength to feed me strong, encouraging me with... READ MORE

  • Abortion: In a nutshell

    In those youthful years I reminisce of in bittersweet reflection, helplessly I wish I could change the experiences.  I do believe every one of those precious children had a right to life, live and be affectionately loved by me. There’s no doubt that communication is vital in all relationships, in spite of how minor or major one deems them to be. Every one of those women deserved a man, something I couldn’t give them at the time. Each of those unique situations should’ve been... READ MORE

  • Our kids are in a better place

    A stripper she became, her dark hair fell down upon her shoulders like rain/Dancing on stages, sliding on poles, getting paid for favors in V.I.P., dollars came for private shows and parties/Out of peepholes and windows she’d glance, to capture looks of me whom she wanted to be her man badly/Sadly, she’d take swallows of beer to escape the world she feared, then clearing her drink, she’d puff cigarettes to think/Scary reflections for my secretary before she disrobed, had a... READ MORE

  • Can I trust you?

    Can I trust you to grip my hand firmly in the storm’s eye, never letting go, keeping me strong by your side, if my palms aren’t gripped by you affectionate fingertips I’ll be swept away consumed by the gloomiest gray day’s and bitter cold nights Can I trust you to be my sunshine, the crystal blue sky in my mind Responsible for every ivory-white cloud I see, adoringly smiling upon me, winking with care, I’ll share heartbeats with my twinkling star, with each heave... READ MORE

  • A Tear of Lonely

    One lonely tear, rolled like a stream from the corner of my left eyelid down my cheek, upon waking from a dream at two thirty in the morning. So realistically, I saw my daughter before I woke to that one lonely tear. It dripped for all of the year’s past, ran for every day sad, because her I don’t know. The lonely tear rained for distance but felt so close; not taking long to dry, it disappeared, evaporated from where it’s still near– my heart. My soul’s... READ MORE

  • Picture This

    Live from Lockdown values diversity and all walks of life. However, an unfortunate reality in many prisons, especially those located in rural areas, is extreme racial tension and hatred between inmates and staff. This is not to say all members of the staff at a facility express and engage in racial hatred but there are those who do. And when they do, the effects are devastating to prison culture and erode any constructive relationships between staff and inmate. Inmates have noted the Bureau... READ MORE

  • Beauty As You

    With a thriving passion you’ve come back to me, provoking reflections of the past, where I couldn’t see beauty standing right before me, as I busied myself like the wind drifting to and fro, in and out upon gusts, riding currents as they waved. Serious you were, while I played in youthful folly, following whims, instead of giving the messages you’d send deserving attention. Foolishly, I was blind, deaf, unable to listen, standing tall then, I thought; small now, having fell... READ MORE

  • Evil I See You

    It’s evil, It’s evil! I’m human, but I wish I didn’t know people I’m better with no equal, there’ll be no sequel, the beginning and ending is me, Alpha and Omega to believe Seize thoughts of envy, control your jealousy, so what you’re telling me, bears no relevancy The legacy’s mine! Live a legend, die a legend, in time You ain’t happy, in misery, trying to trap me with wickedness you spit, lips drip poisonous venom Your limbs testify to... READ MORE

  • My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know

    Marco Miguel was an early contributor to Live form Lockdown while in solitary confinement in the the Special Management Unit in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. Marco was a Maryland state prisoner serving LIFE and placed in federal custody because he was problematic in Maryland’s state prisons. Marco spent over 10 years in solitary confinement and complained that he felt he was trapped and constantly set up for failure by prison staff so that he would never get out of solitary... READ MORE

  • Note to Self

    Congratulations to Tewhan Butler aka Mass on the release of his book America’s Massacre: The Audacity of Despair and a Meassage of Hope.  This song “Note to Self” was written by me to be sung by Cee-Lo Green. Tell me you can’t hear Cee-Lo singing it. Tale-carrying, lies, backbiting, gossip, slander, got me like, what’s the matter/ Are you out to cancel my book, or just close a chapter, shatter my dreams, alter all I’m after?/ Tale-carrying, lies,... READ MORE

  • Missing One Hundred Percent

    Can you squeeze me with your softly, touch me with your gentle, let me lay my weary head upon your fluffy pillows? Will you embrace me, pulling me closer than close to feel your heart beat, while the cloud of my mind rains tears through troubled eyes? Would you pull my head to your shoulder with hands of care, caress me with each softness you possess, showing me your blanket of warmth is there, secure in place? A firm rock you’ll be, bearing strength to feed me strong, encouraging me with... READ MORE

  • Abortion: In a nutshell

    In those youthful years I reminisce of in bittersweet reflection, helplessly I wish I could change the experiences.  I do believe every one of those precious children had a right to life, live and be affectionately loved by me. There’s no doubt that communication is vital in all relationships, in spite of how minor or major one deems them to be. Every one of those women deserved a man, something I couldn’t give them at the time. Each of those unique situations should’ve been... READ MORE

  • Our kids are in a better place

    A stripper she became, her dark hair fell down upon her shoulders like rain/Dancing on stages, sliding on poles, getting paid for favors in V.I.P., dollars came for private shows and parties/Out of peepholes and windows she’d glance, to capture looks of me whom she wanted to be her man badly/Sadly, she’d take swallows of beer to escape the world she feared, then clearing her drink, she’d puff cigarettes to think/Scary reflections for my secretary before she disrobed, had a... READ MORE

  • Can I trust you?

    Can I trust you to grip my hand firmly in the storm’s eye, never letting go, keeping me strong by your side, if my palms aren’t gripped by you affectionate fingertips I’ll be swept away consumed by the gloomiest gray day’s and bitter cold nights Can I trust you to be my sunshine, the crystal blue sky in my mind Responsible for every ivory-white cloud I see, adoringly smiling upon me, winking with care, I’ll share heartbeats with my twinkling star, with each heave... READ MORE

  • A Tear of Lonely

    One lonely tear, rolled like a stream from the corner of my left eyelid down my cheek, upon waking from a dream at two thirty in the morning. So realistically, I saw my daughter before I woke to that one lonely tear. It dripped for all of the year’s past, ran for every day sad, because her I don’t know. The lonely tear rained for distance but felt so close; not taking long to dry, it disappeared, evaporated from where it’s still near– my heart. My soul’s... READ MORE

  • Picture This

    Live from Lockdown values diversity and all walks of life. However, an unfortunate reality in many prisons, especially those located in rural areas, is extreme racial tension and hatred between inmates and staff. This is not to say all members of the staff at a facility express and engage in racial hatred but there are those who do. And when they do, the effects are devastating to prison culture and erode any constructive relationships between staff and inmate. Inmates have noted the Bureau... READ MORE

  • Beauty As You

    With a thriving passion you’ve come back to me, provoking reflections of the past, where I couldn’t see beauty standing right before me, as I busied myself like the wind drifting to and fro, in and out upon gusts, riding currents as they waved. Serious you were, while I played in youthful folly, following whims, instead of giving the messages you’d send deserving attention. Foolishly, I was blind, deaf, unable to listen, standing tall then, I thought; small now, having fell... READ MORE


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