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Sittin' here alone in this cell, thinkin' 'bout the things I did,
Regretting past decisions, but gotta be strong so I can live to see my kids,
Findin' ways to occupy my time, found myself writin' this rhyme,
About the shit I did, ending up in here fucking capped with a lid,
Five to life fo'a nigga, after blastin' on a fool reppin' the wrong colors,
Holdin' it down in the hood like he been taught, nigga went down 'cause he fought,



Three years past and I done good, out now an' on mah way back to tha hood,
Greeted with a forty and gang signs, I know I ain't up with the times,
Get to tha house an' everyone is screamin', I spot my shawty an' her teeth is gleamin'
A little man run between her legs, I'm starin' and this kid come up to me an' he says,
"We been waitin' on ya daddy, you is finally home!" I kneel down and already know,



I know I gots to do good now, hold it down and ain't act a clown,
Doing right fo' mah family, all of them saying they's proud of me,
I got a new job now, making that paper and supportin' mah babies now,
I was given a second chance to do right, an' Im'a get it done fo' Im'a fight fo' it,
The dark was taken from my eyes, And as I look into the sky,
The dark was replaced by the sun as it shone, and I finally knew that this be mah home.