I want to share what’s dear and close to my heart about my mother; may she rest in peace and love. She passed away last year, just two days after my birthday, from cancer. I promised her I would never give up fighting for my innocence. Although I have eight other siblings, she and I were very close. The bond we created is unlike any other.
When she first heard me use profanity, she gave me that mama look and smiled. At that moment, she became my best friend. She noticed the talent I was given at a young age to write music from the depths of my soul. I was 11 and could write songs on a level that would make people stop and think. I write these lyrics from prison, and I have thousands of them. I feel my purpose in life is to awaken the minds of the deaf, dumb, and blind brothers and sisters around the world, whether through lyrics, a letter, a phone call, or a silent universal prayer. So, thank you, Humans of San Quentin, for giving me a voice. You all are also my angels.
God bless
Lord, please forgive us,
forgive us for the sins we commit in this land
in this land
in this land
all man
all man
all man
look
The Verse
Drugs, Murder, Violence, Greed
We killing one another
So we weaken all our seeds
We love in the ghetto
We were harassed by the police
And the same ones you love
Be the ones that you didn’t see
The same ones that you’re out there grinding
Getting money with
Be the same ones that’s gone
Have you caught up with the government
Willie Lynch, curse how the hell is this
Irrelevant
No – body’s perfect
not a single one of us
The preacher was scared to walk around, afraid
That they might rob ’em
Me – love in this game, and they hate to see you ballin’
We blinded by that fast money
but we are really crawling
you see
