Sorry mama I put you though so much turmoil
Serving time in the mist of your life,
Working three jobs to keep me alive,
It was not that you did not give,
The jewels of this life, I thought I was a man
And sign a treat with the devil in blood.
Oh how selfish we can be, in loving self,
And reality sets in, when you live in a 8/11 cell.
Look from behind the glass windows, not able
to touch your silky white hair, as the tears fall upon
your eyes, I am dead mother go on with your life.
You have suffered enough mothers, through the hell
I put you though only thinking of self, I shall
Never hold you in my arms again.
I've been in prison nine years now almost ten; this is my second trip to prison. I've spent 80 percent of my life behind bars. The scars is too much, and the death I live within self, cry no more mother, your pains shall be no more, the only regret is the tears upon your eyes, I got where I am by simply being ignorant and using violence to remedy any situation I was in. I'm currently doing life for murder. I am in prison over a drug deal gone bad in which someone was killed. I am serving life for murder. Nevertheless your death sentence is the lack of my loyality to God and you mother, I now live like an animal in a cage.
The tears upon your eyes
Each night you cry, I though about the
Stories you taught when I was a boy.
The battle that my ancestors fought to keep
Blackness alive, but yet I re wrote it.
I live it each day, 20 years on my hand.
I am only a number, I continue to wear the chains.
Cry not for me, I didn't cry for thee, history repeats
Locked up in a cage. The only love I ever knew was
The love you shared, times have switch, I must pay
The pleading of your warmth, as Jesus who lye upon the
Cross, as he plead with the world, let go, let God.
