I just opened up my book, and took a look at this one page
At a young age, I was shining brighter than the sun’s rays
I’d study through the weekend to win that spelling bee on Monday
Hopping I’d grow up to be somebody one day
But damn things change, seventh grade was all about gunplay
Too young to buy one so it was B & E for your gun safe
Broken promises like mom don’t worry I’ma stop someday
Find some way to get up out this unsafe hood that none say good things about
And I think about a lot of stuff during times like this
I was acting blind with my mind
And committing crimes on drugs is a bad mixture
I lost sight of my dreams and lost sight of my bigger picture
Now I’m in a cell with a Bible the Holy scripture
Trying to change my life so I don’t go back to the trigger
Cause one squeeze has momma on her knees, begging the Lord please
Please bring my son back
I’ll clean up his closet of all the drugs and the gun rack
I can’t lose him yet Lord he just got out of prison
But regardless, God’s got a plan full of force on a mission
So, momma can beg and cry but still this prayer remains distant
And He ain’t going to listen
Don’t get me wrong, I pray to God and am a solid Christian
But I’m still washing clothes in the same pot that I piss in
Wishing I could eat, but got to wait for police
To come get us, so to pass the time I sleep
Trying to escape in a dream but it seems all I am catching is nightmares
And the night air is no joke
It’s so cold, you fight for warmth, but mother nature doesn’t fight fair
Old homies don’t give a damn, well some of them might care
But that’s rare
I learnt that God and family’s the only ones that are right there…
by Gustavo Trevino Jr