I was one who was entrenched in that rugged terrain,
feeble minded surrounded by pain
I thought using and selling drugs was my life in totality
little did I know I was getting closer to fatality
I don't know why in this life we become so asphyxiated
meaning I could not breath in a world that was fabricated
3or4 felonies would have you living in a facility without a destiny,
now that is a travesty
God it is you that my heart is relying
I can't go know more because my spirit is dying
Give me the keys to open up the gate
I'm sick of the struggle, hostility and hate
As I look inside  to rid of some my pain
God I ask you to help me maintain.