solitary confinement

Getting caught up going to muther fucking jail. Trying to make bail, one week later all you get is mail. Your wife and your girlfriend your bitches and your hoes. your brothers and your homeboys they all reject your calls. Doin the samething same ol routine. Breakfast lunch dinner, sleeping in between. spend most my time chasing forgotten rhymes. I get lost in my space, sedated in time..Space and time im lost in this place I can't get away from seeing you everyday. Lockdown television, no music banging on walls for the boom pencil and paper writing rhymes in the room. Board as fuk listining to the voices through the walls, Money drugs and bitches, I heard the best story's of em all.