I Ain't Free but Heaven on my Mind- by SICA

Hey ya'll
Sica just woke up
Still in a cell
I ain't free
But heaven on my mind
This jail ain't worst than hell
I love god's test
Cause I pass
And happiness is how I'm blessed
Amen
I take the bible to court
And read it in the pens
Amen
I ain't free, but, the people I'm around keep me happy
Like my lawyer, Links Not Chains, and
My humble little family
They the physical support that's there when I need 'em
I'm going to stay humble and smile in the DA's face when I beat 'em
My lawyers are like dogs, and cases get eaten
I wish I had more lines cause this ain't bout rhymes
Smile
Cause I ain't free but heaven on my mind.



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Are They Ever Going Home by NC

Are they ever going home,

The ones with life and 50 flat,

Been locked up for 20 years,

But still got 30 on their back,

The ones in jail for violent crimes,

Like robbery and murder one,

The ones who've done so much time,

For crimes they did while they were young,

Some learned their lesson while others didn't,

The ones that did they want a chance,

To do normal things like shop for clothes,

OR watch a movie or learn to dance,

You might think I'm lying but I'm not,

It's the little things I miss so much,

Like my daughter Alexis that I love so much,

And me I'm doing 5 and 1/2 punk ass years,

For those with life it must be rough,

Now some deserve it to not go home,

With cases of rape and molestation,

Have no regrets for things they did,

And would do it again with no hesitation,

Then there's those who robbed to eat

Like me robbed a man to feed my kids,

Some were addicted using drugs,

Running the streets and acting wild,

But now their older more mature,

They want a chance at normal lives,

To do things they couldn't like me,

To be there with my daughter which,

I don't have no more,

Some are white and some are black,

With one thing in common, their all stuck,

But to the ones with life and 50 flat,

Hold ya'll head- I wish ya'll luck.

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My Mom's Little Friends by NC

My mom had a friend with a hollow

metal head his name was Pointy

and he could leave you dead,

he was made by a company with the best

of intentions,

but he could cause horrors that I need not mention,

My mom would wake up with a shake and a shiver,

She'd reach over grab Pointy for the joy he'd deliver

Pointy had a Friend my mom liked even more,

His name was yellow but most called him raw,

Point and yellow worked together as a team,

If you were friends with them both you could live in a  dream,

One day yellow was a little too strong,

My mom told Pointy "hey something is wrong"

I never got to ask her what Pointy had said,

Because the needle and heroin left my mother dead on 01-09-2000

Five days before my birthday.

R.I.P.

Mom

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