Momma it's your son I'm doing this once again. I'm trying to make a visit through my paper in my pen. The pen has to relay the words that I say. And the paper has to listen it can't turn and walk away. I hope you find some comfort in these words that I write. Maybe ease your mind and help you sleep through the night. These four walls hold me hostage like a dog guarding the bone. I'm on a lonely road trying to find my way back home. I know that I'm the reason you're sitting in that chair. And i claim all the stress that causes your silver hair. I wish I was there mama to show you that I care mama. The pain is in my heart I feel a change I swear mama. It's a struggle in this life that I chose for myself. But hustling is all I know it's a little taste of hell. When I'm doing what I do I don't think about your tears. When I'm locked inside these fences I try not to think about the years. What can I do when the streets is all I know. But stumble hit the ground get up and put on some more. I'm not naïve or death and I can hear the people scream. Get a job mother f**ker I wish they could step inside my dream. Take a little time to see the world through my eyes. Picture Perfect passion in these tears that I cry. Just tell me why I swear I try but a job is not in my reach it's all the little lie. You did the best you could you tried to raise me right. My childhood was good I wish I was your pride. But how can you be proud I'm in the penitentiary. When you think your thoughts do they ever think to mention me. It's a dirty little game, it's driving me insane mama. I'm down on my knees and I'm praying for a change mama. I can't do this anymore mama I don't even know the score mama. If you talk to God tonight tell him my spirits bruised and sore mama. My heart is waxing cold and my face is growing old. Tell him that I'm praying that he comes and saves my soul. You taught me to keep it real so I'll tell you how I feel. Once I touch the streets it's a different deal. I'm going to lay the hustle down and try to keep my head held high. Walking different way spread my wings and fly. Back when I was young and we struggled to survive. Living week-to-week scratching to get by. You taught me to be a man to take my own head. Take responsibility and that's the realest shit. You didn't raise a thug mama I fell victim to the drugs mama. The thing that pulled me through is the essence of your love Mama. So when you lay your head down at the end of every night. I know that I'm still trying and it's all going to be alright. One day I hope you see a different man in me. I hope that my mistakes don't Define who I long to be. I may not be free but to a certain degree. I'd rather die on my feet than live my life on my knees. Tell God I know I'm the victim of my stones. A coward dies a thousand deaths but a man dies but once.