40 years, 40 years, feel me ... yo i feel like i got 40 years in a prison built for other reasons than breaking the rules ... i started serving when i was inside of my mother in the womb ... yeah i came out crying and hungry ... yeah i knew nothing ... right from wrong was taught to me but i guess that i had to learn on my own too ... no i didn t ever break a rule outside of home until i was twenty four ... i didn t mean too ... i have been hated and bullied in my youth because of clothes, my looks, my parents trying to raise me right ... but you see that didn t stop me ... i have been in love and i have lusted after women thinking it was right ... i tried work, playing in the game, i thought i could make it to superstardom by shooting a ball through a hoop all night ... i looked at the service but felt the move wasn t right ... than i chose to go to school and finish college a third time ... congratulations i accepted ... now i m trying to do it again like all of the rest of you making it to superstardom ... i have had friends come and go but i didn t chase them down the road ... i have had to go to funerals for friends not with me anymore ... i don t need emotional support for this prison sentence ... i know i can make it out but chances are i m going to die inside ... my lyrics speak clearly ... i have nothing to hide ... i have lived off the bottle and did drugs in my twenties ... my dad threatened to send me to a troubled teen house when i was under twelve ... i never went but i never really stopped raising hell ... i almost commit suicide in my thirties but put it down and fell to the ground crying ... i called nine one one and they got to me before i tried to kill myself again ... it seems to me that keeping the emotions to myself are becoming more difficult ... i lay here and wonder did my friends go up or down ... i find it hard to believe in a God that put me through so much hell ... i wonder about what tomorrow will bring down or if it is coming straight from hell ... my body is beaten up from sports but my mind and mouth are close to what i have left to only work with ... i use to be a champion at fighting through this stuff ... but now i just throw my hands up and walk away ... i guess what i m saying is that i m sick of living in this hell ... and i m just wondering when will i get out of this prison ...