The lock pops on the cell block, you can hear the keys as they hit the floor. I am losing hope sitting behind a steel door. The life that the streets brought me, for this wrap it never taught me. My life was hitting on the out side. I was getting money, now all I'm getting is time. Babies in their mama's arms crying, when I had my hustle I was trying to get ahead, now I'm sitting here on half past dead. My life is a neutrality, this can't be my new reality. My family was the only reason I was living the life of the hustle, poverty is what got me in trouble. I just wanted my piece of the American dream, not this nightmare I am living, iron bars are not the real prison. Trapped inside the silence, each day seem like my twilight. In the shadows I cry out and then it hits me that there is no doubt. Drugs were the name of the game, I was just trying to rise above the pain. Children with no hope and nothing to eat, so I picked up a gun and went to the streets. I am sorry that I made my loved ones cry so many tears, but the hustle cost me some years of my life, now my torment is missing my family because of the life. I hope my children and god will forgive me, it was the only way I knew to live you see. Now I am not sure if redemption can be mine, I am inside my own prison doing hard time.