letters

My life's full of stress its a fucking mess, this beat has my eyes full of tears thinking of my dead peers

all I see in my future is the penitentiary or the cemetary it's scary, I treated my homies unfairly, rest in peace to my homeboys its finally time for me to lay down my piece and make my music legendary

To this day i pray for a better way, I'm sorry boys money makes a man change ain't this strange before I started using heavily I'd do anything for the boys to maintain drugs and cash made me focus more on gold chains I was addicted to the fast lane

going crazy in the brain on the reservation it ain't the same I'm just a native trying make change and succeed in this rap game I dont care about the fame I'm just trying to a name

I'm living in a living hell cuz no outsiders don't want no native to prevail I doubted myself so I turned to the drug life, had bag's to sell now where'd that bring me? nowhere but sitting in a lonely jail cell

Brother put in the ground cuz his work of building and doing dirt now I sit at my door waiting for him to walk through cuz I cant go on without him part of the crew he said be smart so I'm going back school

I hate what I became hand me the gun and I would've took aim I didn't care about the pain now I'm here praying please father god take away my sins and wash em down the drain

I'm was in there all alone all I can do is picture home only got to talk to ma through the telephone now that I'm out grab me my rap book and hand me the microphone

nobody cared if I was living on welfare who cares if I survive? cuz they only care if your clutching on that four-five

I love my brother whos up in heaven I hope my sins are forgiven and Jarrod may your soul live on through my songs.