[Just Write]

I grew up in what most people would label the ghetto
No cable or a/c, mom paid the bills on main in stiletto's
use to bang with my dude franky. Bumpin everything from jay-z to tiesto
We'd slang a key then buy some jays. Me & franky stayed in retro's.
We knew each other for years, though only peers from 1st-6th grade
Til the day Ms. Kincade gave us detention & said "it appears you both can't behave"
The look on her face was priceless when franky told her she was a bitch
And the look on his was legit when she turned around and pulled out a switch
He said, "ha you're full of shit, laughing as he walked out the door"
And i had a decision to make, stay.. or leave and see if I could be more.
From then on we were inseperable, whether, robbing a store or sippin a brew
(It's funny how a crime doesn't seem that bad when the one commiting it, is you.)
Survival instincts. You'd never understand if you grew up with a silver spoon
But me an franky didn't, we grew up stealing them from you.
Started off with little crimes, house robberies and such
Never expected in less than ten years we'd be drug dealing & running guns.



We had nothing but fun.. well, for awhile at least
But i should of known from day one, even the mighty are weak
The truth is, we should have got out a long time ago
But its hard to resist a crib, the whips, and designer clothes.
I don't know, I guess I just lost my guidance,
ever since mom died i've seen my life turn violent.
I mean she wasn't the best, but at least she tried
Something about her kisses that gave me peace inside.
As for franky and I , we felt invincible. On top of the world
I Proposed to my girl. Bought her a diamond, a locket, and pearls
A house in the suburbs, a black range in the garage,
nothin could stop me. everywhere i went, embraced as a god
Steak and lobster, garlic bread, and a plate of cod
Most people get sick of cereal, i got sick of filet mignon
But when everything's great, you know that something is wrong
And me and franky didnt realize we were too late to escape from the storm



I still remember it well. it was a tuesday, we had a big shipment coming in
Of high grade peruvian white, uncut. and some black tar heroin
I'd get nervous everytime, hand in my pocket on a cocked nine
Franky didn't give a fuck, he'd just keep whistling and smile
This time was no different, franky whistled in a mellowly tone
I just wanted to finish in a hurry. I had a wife and a newborn kid at home.
The rest is kind of blurry, though in dreams it's clear as day
I can still hear the piercing sound of rounds flying by. But now its just a haze
The DEA swept in, but I knew franky wasn't gunna go out like that
When the shoot out began, I knew neither of us wer getting our lives back
So much went through my mind, like a past full of regret
Back to Detention hall....
I knew i should never have walked out the door & down those steps
Thought about my wife and kid. We named him sammy, after her dad
The Worst part is i wanted to give him a daddy, cause that's what i never had
If i did, you never know. Maybe things would have been different,
I would have graduated. And wouldn't have been put in this shitty position
But the truth is we all have to pay for the sins we've commited
And it was in prison i discoved religion and about becoming a christian



Death row.That's a scary thought if you sit and think about it
Most people say they arn't afraid to die, but seriously, I doubt it.
To know your lifes about to end is different then just being ready to go
Franky had the easy way out, with a bullet straight through his throat.
I'd never prayed before, to be honest I didn't even know how
But one day I walked in that prison chapel and found a seat in the crowd
The reverend came around and said your father still loves you no matter what
I just sat there puzzled, while he muttered about sins being covered in blood
I tried to be hard, but i could feel my eyes starting to swell
He went on about forgiveness and cleansing of sins and me departing to hell
I hung my head and cried, full of despair, my life was almost over. fully aware
That in less than 24 hours i was scheduled for death by an electric chair...
I'd never felt in a more peaceful place, some even said My demeanor had changed
And finally i was ready to go, as the lights flickered...
.... I closed my eyes and found freedom within my chains.