now Here’s a story to be told
listen to my story as it lyrically unfolds
line after line slowly gaining it’s hold
it chokes you and leaves your body stiff pale and cold
this is the story of a man from around the way
he kept to himself until he a met a girl one day
they hit it off and everything went right he had a kid
he had good intentions and did his best trying to stay positive
but on the block all you see is pipes and needles
you shoot up or get shot at the damage is equal
you pick it up and your in it for life there’s no way to change
cause it’s a soul sacrifice, it’s a suicide for those blind who can not see
how a fucking drug can change your destiny he picked it up
and never thought about it twice and now he sits in a cell contemplating his life

If he could take back something tells me he would
these were never his intentions he intended for good
life was a struggle his way out was abusing the pipe
watching the clouds fall from his mouth and fade away with the light
never thinking about his son or the woman he loved
because he found something he loved more and that was the drugs
his mind became mislead and he was lost amongst the crowd
climbing up a ladder he built but couldn’t come down
he started staying out at night only returning home
if he needed money ignoring the child who was alone
and the mother who had to struggle in this world by herself
raising a kid is hard she could of used some help
she cried herself to sleep at night cause there was nobody there
she couldn’t talk to her man because her man didn’t care
he was hurting more than himself and his feeble mind
he was ruining a family right in front my eyes

Lockup was a place where he liked to hangout
he was there from time to time throughout the years no doubt
making friends in many places cause he was a good guy
he got along with everyone he never needed to lie
he was ruining his life with the decisions he makes
and unfortunately he never learned from his mistakes
he left his family cold and alone to fend on their own
he thought about em everyday but the streets were his home
once he got out of lockup he took the same fucking path
ending back in the place in which he was stuck in last
behind a steel gate that kept him contained inside I never went to visit him cause my feelings for him had died
he wrote often I got of all his letters in the mail
I never read em because they made me angrier than hell
so here’s to you dad this is my final letter to you
I’m signing off now sincerely your son fuck you.