Edgard Canales P
4 Walls To A Cell
In a letter,
I remember what you said to me once:
I'm 15 and sentenced to indefinite months.
For what I have done, I will never have a drivers license
or even legally own a car.
I will never fall in love
and tell her, no matter the distance, for her I will go near and far.
I will never be married or have children,
never will I know the feeling of moving out my moms house
and into my own apartment building.
It's a cruel and crazy world,
for every action there's a reaction,
what you reap is what you sow.
Whether you shot some one or beat them to death with a bat
Lawyer said there's witness against you
so there is no point in fighting back.
victim of my environment is what you say to the judge
grew up with hard heads, so your Honor,
I stay with a grudge.
Sentenced to life but you say it's a bid
how many people loose their life
over a mistake they did as a kid.
Too much pride so you leave the courtroom
with your head held high
but deep inside it hurts to see
how your mother cries and how slowly she dies.
When you go to prison
they send you far away from home
the amount of time just hit you
so in this world you feel alone.
1st weeks refusing visits and your mail
feel like raising hell
went from surviving in the streets, to
4 walls to a cell.
Its true. Do the crime and pay the time I say
but even the coldest of hearts don't enjoy living this way.
Waiting for a guard to call your name
so you can have a visit from your family
who want to see how much you've changed.
Your daughter goes to see you once a year
when they leave, you sigh but never shed a tear.
Even if they wanted to friends can't visit
cause most of them in there with you, dead or just missing.
When I think about my whole life and all of my struggles
I realize, I'm missing more than my friends,
I'm missing a bunch of my brothers.
Miss how we use to kick it back in the days
when we called ourselves C.S.G
we were a bunch of teens plotting on different ways,
just to get payed.
Chris, Negro and all my peoples up the road doing time
when you feeling low and about to loose control
Pray to God above and he will free your mind.
Let me keep it real,
Can't say I know how you feel
but everyday I pray you take it one day at a time
and learn to just chill.
Not much I could do for you or say
but pray, smoke one to the head and think about how it use to be back in the days.
Want to dedicate this to all my boys locked in the Pen
even too those who I just don't see anymore
still consider you all, my closest of friends....
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