Sitting here staring, at the picture that I’m holdin…Mad at the clock for the time that’s been stolen.
The clock keeps tickin, the ball keeps rollin..The days keep passing, and I keep holdin…
On to every single thought, to all of my memories. Wondering why? No body remembers me..
I came to prison alone, so I gotta do it by myself. I never even get no mail, why would I ask for help…
Sitting on my bunk in my little cell…staring at the addicts trying to get well. A lot of people in here get high to help their time pass by. Why do bad things happen how they do… I always ask why… But time always tells and true colors always start showing…
While I’m stuck here staring… at the picture I’m holdin..
I´ve been mad at the clock, for the time that’s been stolen. Sitting there staring, at the picture that I´m holdin, as for the picture I’m holdin, my life and my world
Daddy´s little girl. The only thing I have in this whole world… when her mom told me she was pregnant, though.- Damn it I done, done it…started making plans for the future, talking to her stomach…wondering what you were, what you would grow up to be. A princess like your mom, or a hustler like your Daddy. Ended up being both, you help me smile and make me happy. Gotta thank her mom, for keeping her in my life. Out of all my choices, you’ve been the only one that’s right. Glad I´ve got to watch her grow, and she’s still by my side. In my mind everyday, and no other way of knowing, there’s no way to hide it, Cuz it always starts showing, when I´m stuck, staring at her picture, that I´m always holding.
By : Angel Perez