its just me and the cell bars,
 thinking about my crime,
 nothing to do ,
and alls i got is time

caged up like a dog,
 thinking about life,
 how badly i want some fresh air,
 and how much i miss my whife.

i remember pullin the trigger,
and my target was destroyed,
i got 25 to life,
cus i also hit a little boy.

it was something i had to do,
our rival gang up in our hood,
five bullets shot,
pullin that trigger felt so good.

a family destroyed,
 a babys life taken,
 he wasnt saposed to get hit,
 god was mistaken.

i just gotta stay strong,
 prison aint the place to get tender,
the people thats after me,
is of the same gender

i get my life together,
 and i just gotta do ma time,
 learn from my mistakes,
 i dont wanna live a life of crime.