Letters From Prison (Slowed & Chopped)

-Verse 1- “Feel my pain and feel the pressure you walk in my shoes cll these L's come with depression all I did was lose cnd I was sleeping on myself I kept on hittin snooze I spent my life locked up in cages wearing prison blues No one came to help I stood alone on my own two cnd I was cool with errybody still I fought some dudes Tried to stay in touch with culture why'd I watch the news But then again man what's the point cuz I got years to do While you wrestled with poverty and was crippled by the economy I was worried bout them state treys and the dude sitting on the side of me Extortion plus the robbery's and these punks committing sodomy I guess it's kinda sick even the chaos didn't bother me I was numb to pain, stuck in the rain, the chain gang Nothing would change, slave to the chains, I maintained I had to find another route I had changes lanes But I was wrestling with doubt about the same thang In the middle of the madness when I start to find my purpose I ain't realize whole time I was lost in the streets I was searching Tried to numb what I felt inside with the drugs cuz I was hurting I refused to take a look within myself was stuck on the surface (yea) I met the Savior in my cell that's heaven while in hell The prison fence around me gates of hell will not prevail I prospered in the dungeon learned contentment very well The pit became my palace guess I got used to that smell Write my kids letters from prison trying to be a parent They acting distant while in vizo the truth is apparent They growing up without a father I ain't no where near em I keep my head up my while they walking out I see em tearing The feelings of failing father make you wanna die But you can't do nothing about while you stuck inside Visitation once a year I'm left to call and write Kept my composure go back to my cell but then I cry Don't try to sympathize if you ain't ever felt the same You ever watched a sane man slowly go insane Seeing good kids lost feeling forced to bang c lifer killed himself at night and now his body hang He lost every single appeal he been lost all his hope His time has turnt to hustling just to get him some dope He learned to numb emotions he fill his lungs with smoke But he got sick of coming down now he hangs from a rope