Prison Letters G15 Official

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[Produced by The Alchemist]
[Intro]
Before I go down this path
I wanna dedicate this to the people that were close to me
We're all in our own prison in some way (Ahem)
[Verse 1]
Dear Freeman
I'm sorry you can't see this
I'm sorry that you can't go out to ingest freedom
I'm sorry that I'm writing you like I'm confessing to Jesus
But I'm glad you got my back when I try to wrestle the pieces
Trapped in prison, black with wisdom
Telling me go do my business when I craft with fiction
This bastard listens when you told me old stories
Your probably the only one alive when I write these letters in mourning
I can't breathe, nowadays I can't eat
I'm to worried of getting smothered in my sleep
I wake up every hour with a gun under my sheets
My own ambitions, along with the company I keep
Thinking in my own head, hoping that your still alive
I promise you that I can get you out of there before you die
My hands tremble and shake as I wrestle with fate
I see flashes of the devil with the metal and hate