Jail Letter

Yea
Product Of My Environment With No One Reminding Us We Can Do Better
Only thing that's inspiring is the blue cheddar
Crying when we die's the recycled loop but I'm a true stepper
Yea
Y'all tell me disband my friends
Like they the ones that made me the man you see
And I treat them better then y'all but how can it be
I grew up with boys I look at them brothers like they family
Man of the house as a child my life is backwards
God ain't leave me no father to model after
So how am I supposed to relate to a bible chapter
Or my momma tears when I'm a bastard
What comes with this trauma's lot factors
All I see around me is sex money murder drugs and music
How Can I avoid it when Im accustomed to it
They judging clueless
Put the judge in my shoes
Eventually the trenches gonna catch up to you
Not tryna point the blame for the pain I have
Was always painted bad
Y'all bought me in this lifestyle I never asked
My whole life I was under y'all now I'm tired of that
It's bout time That I fire back
This is a cry for help I need all the love before I'm gone
Being mad is contradicting
Cuz I held yall down even when y'all was wrong
I ain't manifesting my death
But the jealous shit that these niggas is on
It's bad to be next
If I can't come to my own family about my problem
That's another problem for me
Please Don't add to the stress
They tryna kill me this gun ain't use to brag but protect me
But y'all rather just sit there mad and act all upset
If I get killed in these streets and this life violence
Just know I chose every option that god was supplying
But Lord knows that I couldn't do the 9-5 thing
And If I don't get rich in this shit then Atleast I died trying
Yea
It killed me to see the pain in my brothers eyes
Confused not knowing if I was the one to guide you out of it
Or just stay out of your business and watch l from the other side
No matter what I say you'd have to go through it
To see what the future lies
Maybe You too blind to see you have a beautiful life
And a beautiful family that's by your side
No matter wrong or right they down to ride
See us men was born with a lot of pride
Me and you Share similarities we don't fold up
Anger issues from trauma we ain't have no control of
Very loyal to anyone we love even if they show none
Sports Dreams stripped away from us once we grown up
I'm bad at expressing myself wish I would've said this to you
Before all this led to you being behind them walls
I hope you find god before he finds you my cousin died and all
And Didn't get a chance to say I love him and how I was always in awe
Just got ya letter in the mail today I ain't read it
Hope you don't feel a way just giving my heart a breather
I will always pray for you and ya sister the two of us Miss ya
Not related by blood I still look as you as a sibling
And ya sister can't sleep till ya free then she'll feel better
Yea
And What you read in ya mail wasn't my real version of how I feel
This is right here is truly my Jail letter
Free you