I used to hustle in the streets, with all of the players that is where I would meet. Running the game, trying to get by that was a daily thing. The ebb and the flow of my reality, I never thought this is what would happen to me. They took me to the judge because I like to hustle, now I am sitting hard time because I got busted. People who I thought could be trusted put the knife in me, now my life is noting but history. The code of silence turned out to be nothing, now behind prison bars I am running. All of this goes through my mind, I am  dying in here doing this time. They say ten years is nothing but a minuet but you do not know until you have lived it. They always say let the punishment fit the crime, now I am locked up looking for a life line. The people I thought respected me, now all of them have abandoned me. I sit here with years in front of me, a life that seems wasted behind me. I was only fighting for my piece of the American dream, fighting the poverty of the life I was living. I didn't asked to be born into the street, it just happened that is where I landed on my feet. Now I sit here in this cage, the inside of me is filling with rage. I try to think about what I have lost, the betrayal and what it really cost. So I am filled with anger and doubt. I just want to hear from someone who still believes in me, I just want someone be reaching out.