[PiE]

Life is a road full of paths that are supplied as you go
As the cycles unfold, make sure you keep your eyes on your goals
When I had sold coke, I saw no other options where still had hope
Hypnotized by stereotypes quoting, “I AM GHETTO”

When you come to a fork in the road, do you take it?

So maybe I am, but I hold onto qualities that made me a man
Can't erase who I am, but I can go through some changes and plans
Awake in San Quentin jailhouse, I would think of my crimes
And put myself down so I couldn't accomplish anything in my mind
Easing my pride; saying corporations don't hire Gs in disguise
Then start blinking my eyes cuz in the pen, they see you cry, you might die
Invisible hope, I couldn't see them as they clinched to soul
The shit that I wrote was stress relief so a ni.g.g.a. could cope
Without some faggot mothafcuka tryna shove a dick in my throat
Being a bitch is a no and I'll catch a case for killin these hoes
So I just focused and pimped out my flows to keep me determined
Writing apology poems to victims who believed I'm a serpent
No Christian faith, but I pretended to be on that team of his worship
Because the Bible inspired me more with the things in those verses
A life goal for me had resurfaced and this time, I intended to use it
Not as a gangsta rapper because that's some bullshit to produce hits
Some friends sold drugs in the pen and I was tempted to do it
Instead, I gave knowledge to other inmates, which I extended to music
This is some true shit, I already wasted enough of my time
Admitting I'm stupid before I could read my troubling mind
Stuck with the rhymes and sent a few to a cousin of mine
And he had faith in me, that touched me inside, then I was published to shine
When I was done with my time, the only items I wanted of mine
Were my pictures of family, the Bible and notebooks that reconstructed my life

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