By Francisco D.
It really has been hard living in chains.
I called your name when I needed you the most.
Don’t ever say you felt my pain.
Cause in the beginning you left and went ghost. (*you left me, avoided me)
In this cell, my heart is getting colder.
Mama always said keep my head high.
Don’t worry about me that’s what I told her,
Ten toes down you know I ain’t going to lie. (*solid on ground; truthful)
Rest in peace my friend and brother,
Still remember the last thing you told me.
They know we had faith in each other, (*my friend was murdered, because of what we
But six feet under was never meant to be. were involved in.)
Promises were meant to be broken,
But cherish loyalty like it’s a token.
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