THIS O.G. BOBBY HOMEBOY.RAN THE LEVEL FOE YARD AND WATCH THE SUN FALL AND SEEN THE STARS THROUGH THE BARS AND THICK GLASS AS THE GAURD PASS BY THE CELL I SHARPEN MY TOOTHBRUSH AND PRAY THAT MY DEMISE DO NOT HAPPEN DOING CHOW TIME.I SEEN THE WEAK FALL AND THE STRONG BLOOD SPLATTERED AGAINST THE HANDBALL COURT AS I CONTINUE TO SHOOT A FREE THROW MORE CONCERNED IF I MADE THE BASKET MORE THAN MAN BLEEDING TO DEATH ON THE GROUND....ITS THAT REAL....PUNKS CRY AT NIGHT LIKE A DOG HOWLING AT THE MOON WILE THEIR MANHOOD GET TOOK CAUSE THEY NEED A DRUG AND WILLING TO OFFER THEIR CHEEKS FOR A HIT OF HAPPINESS. FINALLY FREE BUT I STILL FEEL TRAPPED ON THE SICCNESS SO YOU WANNA GIVE ME YOUR CHEEKS FOR A HIT OF HAPPINESS?