I was a little tense
None of what had occurred tonight made any sense
A fusilade passed my brother onto the summer land,
And seeking revenge labeled me as a murderer, and it was firsthand
My mother lost 2 sons
Both compromised to the streets and involved with guns
But she knew that life in the slums,
Consisted of ****** scenes and bums
She always told me “you need to change”
And only in the penitentiary did i plead for my lifestyle to rearrange
For one last chance to see my baby smile
Oh so many tears i’ve shed because i won't walk her down the aisle
My tears and fears I try to hide  
And everything that was done was to protect my pride
Being in prison is like being dead with my eyes open
Knowing that she's missing me like crazy makes me heart broken
What could i give as a token?
Maybe if the truth had not been spoken
I dont want the extravagant
Only wish for the judge to not be so arrogant
For my baby to smile so bright
And shed no more tears at night
As I stare at the drawings you drew
I hope you know I'm missin you too