I send this out to my shoulders up the road again

still breathing probably never coming home again

looking up to heaven asking where did we go wrong

and tell me why forever got to be so long

And be so strong but we all break down

staring through the bars down a long hallway and there's no way out

Out of sight out of mind got me looking at the world like they forgot about us

I got some niggas down the road and they ain't coming home

I think about them everyday I'm getting my hustle on

but talk to him every day they have cellphones

Realness behind while getting they jug on

Put yourself in my shoes he probably won't survive

I thank God everyday I open up my eyes

another thanks to my lawyer I escaped a dime

Any charge I ever had I took that shit to trial

Don't get caught with that cocaine

gotta be smart in the dope game

the world is full of snitches

I hope I never go to prison

Got a lot of brothers probably dead or doing life

Public pretender the first offense he caught a flight

had an old lady but she got tired of taking hype

mother getting older she starting to lose her sight

Mail call never hear his name nobody writes him

got a couple pictures of old memories they hurt to look at

reminiscing about the what ifs hurt to look back

in the cell hearing screams in the night

used to like the fight night fight for his life det's the feeling

Stomach to the ceiling in a room full of killers

Living room resentment don't wanna hear about religion

Dis another story det ain't gotta have a ending