E.i. the King and Dj Red - Letters From Prison (Slowed & Chopped)

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“Feel my pain and feel the pressure you walk in my shoes
cll these L's come with depression all I did was lose
cnd I was sleeping on myself I kept on hittin snooze
I spent my life locked up in cages wearing prison blues
No one came to help I stood alone on my own two
cnd I was cool with errybody still I fought some dudes
Tried to stay in touch with culture why'd I watch the news
But then again man what's the point cuz I got years to do
While you wrestled with poverty and was crippled by the economy
I was worried bout them state treys and the dude sitting on the side of me
Extortion plus the robbery's and these punks committing sodomy
I guess it's kinda sick even the chaos didn't bother me
I was numb to pain, stuck in the rain, the chain gang
Nothing would change, slave to the chains, I maintained
I had to find another route I had changes lanes
But I was wrestling with doubt about the same thang
In the middle of the madness when I start to find my purpose
I ain't realize whole time I was lost in the streets I was searching
Tried to numb what I felt inside with the drugs cuz I was hurting
I refused to take a look within myself was stuck on the surface (yea)
I met the Savior in my cell that's heaven while in hell
The prison fence around me gates of hell will not prevail
I prospered in the dungeon learned contentment very well
The pit became my palace guess I got used to that smell
Write my kids letters from prison trying to be a parent
They acting distant while in vizo the truth is apparent
They growing up without a father I ain't no where near em
I keep my head up my while they walking out I see em tearing
The feelings of failing father make you wanna die
But you can't do nothing about while you stuck inside
Visitation once a year I'm left to call and write
Kept my composure go back to my cell but then I cry
Don't try to sympathize if you ain't ever felt the same
You ever watched a sane man slowly go insane
Seeing good kids lost feeling forced to bang
c lifer killed himself at night and now his body hang
He lost every single appeal he been lost all his hope
His time has turnt to hustling just to get him some dope
He learned to numb emotions he fill his lungs with smoke
But he got sick of coming down now he hangs from a rope

Written by:
ZEIGLER WARREN RASHAD, STEPHEN TESTA, RAFAEL HERNANDEZ

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