Contemplating On These Chains

Let me tell you what we tend to do. When you put a person in solitary confinement we try to play it cool. But that shit ain't even closely or remotely to being the fuckin truth. Laying on this uncomfortable bed, going crazy in my head. Steadily thinkin how you got me looking like a god damn fool. So I try to play some Spades but these hatin as bitches are cheating just the same. So I punched him in his face. Scared ass cellmates ratted me out so I caught another case. This ain't the fuckin place. Pacing in this tiny cell, what the hell am I to even fucking do. What happened to loving me and sayin I'll always be your boo? What happened to keeping it one hundred and staying fuckin true? What happened to wanting me around so I can always be there for you? Who the fuck was fucking who? Go ahead and forget my fuckin name because this can't ever be the same. Steadily pushing this earth down building up my chest with this hate and this pain. Time to unretire. You dented my undefeated title. You might have crushed my heart but my mind is built like a choo choo train. There ain't no fuckin rain in this cell since we can't ever see the seasons change. You had me blinded by your spotlight, but I can see you clearly now. Especially since your ass is so far the fuck away. Contemplating on this change......