I know gangbangers, drug dealer, even a few killers each and every one claiming to be one that realer.but as i sit here looking at the cinderblock white walls not one of these niggas are willing to accept a collect call.they love you when you up.but forget you when you're down ,as each day passes.i even think "will my family even stick around "? so many thoughts that run though my head is this a blessing or a lesson, would i rather be dead? All my fucking life it been me myself, and I. I cant seem to get it right no matter how i try .i set in my cell,i feel like im going insane taking all these fucking prescriptions , but its not helping a thing right now all i can depend on is fate so tell me which direction do you think I should take to the left where nothing right or to the right where nothing left waking up every morning it's still hard to accept.