Emcee
Daddy in the trenches
Mama watching guiding light
Brother in the Pen hoping you pen
His chick flys em kites
Of Tits and Ass
Hoping it helps pass the time
She prays every night the Parole board
Sees past the crime
That he was charged with
Even though he innocent
He reads the letter sigh regretting ever getting into it
Looks at the picture thinks of being free
And being intimate
But aint shit intimate
Every thing he gets
COs get in to it
Pictures from his Girls
Letters from his kids
All controlled by the state
Now he questions if it his
Cause they can take it all way
Starting to break a brothas soul
He got into a fight over the phone
Got thrown in to the hole
Its been two days
He feels the walls caving in
He questions in the dark is God really a friend
Or an Enemy
Cause it hard not to use the Hate forced into he
Who Gave Love and got Ate
Now he Lost in State Penitentiary
Cold and alone like he lost in Space
Not to mention he
Couldn't recognize his daughters face
Throw us in a cage
Tell you that we Bad
Break a Mans family
Call that shit Rehab
Rehabilitation
That's the End of the bar
And did I get it Though
If its Fully got We Good
Its All
Like like like I I I didn't even loop it after that
This shit ill
This SHIT ILL