23 Bars
23 Bars
685 days and 14 hours
Sand Bags under my eyes, Crusted up lips
And haven’t had a shower in 3 to 4 days
Shits going bad for me
Haven’t seen sunlight in a while
Felling as cold as a thief on Christmas day
An I hope my people can Feel my sorrow
You can tell I wasn’t meant to be
Behind these 23 bars
I spent so much time in here
Been brain-washed to believe
This is what I call home
Can’t seem to remember what I did
It must not have been worth it
For me not to get at least 1 single letter
Since I been locked up behind these 23 bars
I just pray that I make it out in one piece
Body marked up
With my neighborhood across shoulders
Can’t pass up a fade
It will only make me a coward
I might just have to hit these books
To keep my mother frowning
At least when I get out
Ill have some good news to tell her
Got my Diploma, and I’m done with the streets.
I’m ready to come home Momma
So Prepare for the best!!
by.. David Whitfield
HeartBreak
Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t know how to love you
Baby give me a vessel because my heart needs fixing
Teach me the unknown, hate me threw the pain
I promise you I didn’t mean to miss lead you
But to keep you safe from those who want to miss lead you
I was keeping myself caged in thinking you wasn’t going to except me
I may have been lost but I know that your love for me has no rejection
