Prison

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