Prison Lyrics

Yeah, aight

He only visits in my dreams and it's fucked up

Survivor's guilt weighing on my mind state

Young niggas, just another digit in the crime rate

I think I grew tired of the crying for my eyes sake

And truth be told I feel like I died in the ninth grade

Truth be told, I ain't slept an ounce in probably five days

Cellphone remind me every day that I just let him down

Dark thoughts just hit my solar plexus, steal my second wind

I'm thinking if I wasn't so damn selfish could've led him out

Sometimes I be tryna clear my mind and start forgetting how

Walls in this room getting smaller, they been closing in

Tell us 'bout the cycle but can't tell us shit 'bout getting out

No wonder we can't cope, find our hope in bottles, smoking sin

Victim of my vices, say goodbye to all my openness

Lost souls feel like another victim of the prison system

Looking at my life through fucked up prisms and misplaced my rhythm

Some days my only damn regret is I won't going with him

Hear him in my dreams, I tried to warn him but he wouldn't listen

Nowadays I'm paranoid as fuck, having premonitions

Young niggas always end up dead or in the penitentiary

I won't take no chances with my niggas I'm too superstitious

Police beat my ass for walking on my street, I'm too suspicious

Family worried 'bout me they just tryna make sure I make it home

Thankful for my circles round the sun and that the bullets missed us

Still remember crying when I found out that my nigga gone

Cutting all the people out my life who live by different codes

Life too fucking short to keep 'round niggas who would do you wrong

Tryna resolve some problems in my life this shit is difficult

He don't listen to me in my dream, so I just try a song

Thinking if I wasn't so damn selfish shit they might've missed him

I can't care bout shit outside myself man I'm so fucking distant

Guilty 'cause I feel just like I failed him, now he in the system

Heaven from the ave look more like prison, man, I really miss him