I just oppened up my book, and took a look at this one page

At a young age, I was shining brighter than the sun’s rays

I’d study through the weekend to win that spelling bee on Monday

Hoppind I’d grow up to be somebody one day

But damn things change, seventh grade was all about gunplay

Too young to buy one so it was B & E for your gun safe

Broken promises like mom don’t worry I’ma stop someday

Find some way to get up out this usafe hood that none say good things about

And I think about a lot of stuff during times like this

I was acting blind with my mind

And committing crimes on drugs is a bad mixture

I lost sight of my dreams and lost sight of my bigger picture

Now I’m in a cell with a Bible the Holy scripture

Trying to change my life so I don’t go back to the trigger

Cause one squeeze has momma on her knees, begging the Lord please

Please bring my son back

I’ll clean up his closet of all the drugs and the gun rack

I can’t lose him yet Lord he just got out of prison

But regardless, God’s got a plan full of force on a mission

So momma can beg and cry but still this prayer remains distant

And He ain’t going to listen

Don’t get me wrong, I pray to God and am a solid christian

But I’m still washing clothes in the same pot that I piss in

Wishing I could eat, but got to wait for police

To come get us, so to pass the time I sleep

Trying to escape in a dream but it seems all I’m catching is nightmares

And the night air is no joke

It’s so cold, you fight for warmth but mother nature don’t fight fair

Old homies don’t give a damn, well some of them might care

But that’s rare

I learnt that God and family’s the only ones that are right there...

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