Looking out my window, all I see is all black, it's not that it's dark outside, but the windows in this place are pitch black, all tinted windows, you cant see shit, but only feel loneliness when you see your own reflection in the black glass, wishing you didnt do what u did to be in this place, I got blood on my hands and I can't change a thing, but only do the time for the crime that I did, ya i stabbed a man for trying to take another homies life, and I got arrested for saving a fucken life, but through their eyes, it was different, I was the bad guy, but I didn't snitch on my enemy, I stood by my code and took the blame for everybody and for everything, now I'm doing time sleeping in my cell, writing out my story, doing my time, putting my shit in rhyme, sending out letters to my love ones, they reading my words in black ink, knowing that I'm innocent but I rather die then to be snitch who tells tell the truth, cuz that's what will happen if I tell the truth, that's the only reason I'm still her today with a felony and not under the ground saying rest in peace, please understand me.