My mind stays strong as I sit in a cell, reminiscing about home but now my home is Jail. In a five by nine box, feels like the walls are closing, out of sight, out of mind, now no one knows him. Family, friends and loved ones, they all fell off. I say a prayer to calm my thoughts as I’m gripping the cross.
Till game do us apart was the phrase of the day, until they looked up the hustler and took him away. Now the ones he loved the most, they all went astray. The more he thinks about his life, he can see it was all fake. The money, power and respect, it came with a price. Even his own so-called girlfriends won’t pick up a pen and write! Excuses are useless and everyone’s got ‘em. Now life for everyone he knows is so complicated without him. What’s Bonnie without Clyde? A pimp without his bottom? Making love, pillow talking, she said she couldn’t live without him, the cars, clothes and homes, she would never had without him. When he was on the streets, she trusted and believed in him, but now that he’s locked up, she constantly doubting him. What goes around, comes back around and karma’s a *****. It’s women in his life like this that got him saying “trust no *****.” No matter how good a person you are, a snitch is a snitch, which is why nowadays, you can’t trust half the people you come in contact with. In a five by nine box, feels like the walls are closing, out of sight, out of mind, now no one knows him, visits few and far, the man repo’d your car, now it’s inmate #01482 doing time where life is hard. Before you got locked, everyone said how they loved you so much, now them same ones that love you can’t even keep in touch. Take a hustler down and another pops up to fill his shoes, from tailor made suits, to county blues, my mind stays strong as I sit in a cell reminiscing about home but now my home is Jail, out of site, out of mind, smile now, cry later, the world’s a lonely place, for the life of a player.