Behind bars, you cry
But on the streets, you were acting like this tough guy.
Disrespectful here, disrespectful there.

Behind bars, now you see things differently.
You no longer running the streets.
But still playing games on that foolish female.

Baby, I love you.
Well, did you call your mama?
The first one you should have called.

Oh, I love you.
Oh, words said from behind bars.
And there you go with a sad story show.

Behind bars, you're upset.
When called a slave to the prison system?

And there you behind bars crying about getting railroad.
Or public defender or paid lawyers doing you wrong.

But you never ask yourself the main question?
Who put you behind bars?
Not the jury, they played a part.
Not the judge, they played a part.
But your decision put you behind bars.

You just upset with the outcome.

Only one gets my attention and so deserving of it.
No looking, no searching.
I have the only one.

From the moment I awake.
Make no mistake they know the ring tone my loving call.
Or lying next to me?
They are aware of my wants and my needs.
Because only one I profess my love to.

No crying foul or hurt.
When we see others crying being a world-class fool?

My heart is taken.
And we both accept that.
Because the only one that I love gets my full attention.

Must I repeat that I said, only one?
Or did you miss reading it?

Whether it ends with gger?
Or whether it, it's gga.
The word carries the same meaning.
Don't let all rappers attempt to be your leader?

Some words carry a hurt meaning.
And leaves some of the worse feelings.

Hi, isn't high.
Hell, isn't the hail.
It whole different definition.

So don't give this N-word ending with gga legitimacy.
Cause said by the wrong race of people either way.
You are instantly ready to beat them down.

Believe it?
When they say words hurt.

Why should I leave?
You have been with me through the storm, through, the hell, through every obstacle possible.

Why should I leave?
You have been my light through my darkness.
No, I don't want that love seeking to act so perfectly.

Those that like in church hiding behind pretense.
Simply acting apart for others to see.

You have seen my hurt.
You have seen my pain.
You have seen my rage.

Again, why should I leave?
I like many in love knows the truth of someone being labeled their everything.
Because you are.

I've sworn to you my heart.

Feelings get hurt.
When you express your opinions?
But truth meant to offend.

Better to adapt and admire those that keep it real.

A slave didn't have a choice.
At least not like yours.

A slave--serving at the will of his power brokers.
Abused mistreated to various extend.

A black man upset because of the comparison stated to them.
But why be?
When you freely chose to join the prison plantation?

Sure, there are differences.
Then hosts of similarities too.

It just hurts your feelings when the word slave used.

You might say you feel like a Hebrew slave.
But in truth on the prison plantation, you face not the things they faced.

In assigned items of clothing.
In assigned jobs but only if you qualify.

Attack and official and the Cert team come and they will.
Gladly surrender and face your punishment level out by them.

Oh, you kept those secrets so very well.
Held onto them like an indictment never to be unsealed.

But you failed to tell you're significant other.
Even, if it concerns your son or daughter.

Then months later through photos, you reveal the truth.
Well, accept the blame one day you wake up and they are gone.

A secret you never saw coming your way at all.

And it because your secrets ruined it all.

Girl, you know I love you.
I'm sorry for all of this.
Words of an offender, prisoner, or inmate.
Just depends upon the assigned title.

Oh, I forget some love the pride of being called a convict.
Quick, to dispense those trying to use that title.
Especially, if it doesn't fit them.

Mama becomes more loving to them.
Kids, they try to embrace with adulation as if, they have a choice.
And then, there are the players trying to stay important to the foolish females.

Words, of an inmate serving time for the city or the state.
Still trying to use and manipulate.

Some accept their time.
Others blame the lawyers, the judge, and hosts of others.

But loves to say I'm no snitch.
Well, guess what?
You must make a choice in life?
Give up information to see freedom again.

Or adapt to living the life in the Penn.