Foresaw my suicide from holding onto A Tennessee Promise
A life turned lie but tragedy still remains unfinished
Dying alone without my body feeling far from privileged
Staring at heaven from behind the bars in Motel Memphis
My future is seen as lost from crystal fogged nights
Nothing is as it seems with no sleep and dark lights
Selling to broke fiends dealing no judgement only a vise
Inside a cell waiting for punishment and Miranda's rights
Prison bound pipe dreams while sitting in county jail
Politics, riots and screams, no one fights pass if they only fell
Shivering shirtless while hungry and hopeless inside of a holding cell
Poverty pays no bail as door opens to a destiny without heaven...Welcome to Hell
