You know I’m sayin’ i just want to appreciate everybody ya know going through this with me ya know, shit, in a way i feel like y’all doing this time with me ya know

I know it’s a battle for my family and friends right now not seeing me in that free world, but…..TUTONE

Momma I’m sorry I felt like I gave up errythang, I know you see me behind box, Yo son goin through Pain

Why they snitch on me, They told on me allegedly

Took me away from niece, The streets know how to cut you deep

Violated Probation, New charges, with felonies, In my cell lookin’ at pictures of these memories

No Calls, Visitations, God yea he testin Me, But if you get caught & we get money why you tell on me

In these streets, behind that box, there ain’t no Loyal T, $20k thousand dollars down the drain, ain’t includin’ fees

S/O to the CO’s & Prisoners treat me like a king, Ain’t nobody go without eating that’s on errythang

Breakin’ down commissary, cuz we all behind that gate, homie 20 sign for 19 gave his life to the state

We both fightin a case, he dealin’ with a different weight, Gone be a minute till he come home & just eat a plate

When in you behind that wall, you see who yo friends are (can’t be mad at all)

You just wanna hear a voice, but you hear nothing at all (Nothing at all)

TuTone - Reflecting Mirrors

I know how to turn my pain into a melody,

Use to get money with a homie now he enemy

Denying all my calls the world don’t have a friend in me, Im gone take it to my grave till they bury me deep

3 in the morning behind these walls I couldn’t even sleep, 4 days back to back In my dreams couldn’t even eat

And I’m gone buy phantoms, on phantoms, on phantoms galore, spill on my pain from this drank I done poured

Suppose to be dawg but left me blocked in, tryna make some ends, but **** done left me boxed in

Hated on my name cuz I was top 10, no more writing verses on phones I use a ink pen

I know how to turn my pain into a melody, system label me a felon, cuz of my felonies

Sittin’ in my cell, praying to god there ain’t no stressin me

All these people denying calls, but god still blessing me

Jesus I see ya, you showing me & you testin me

I done lost my momma, & jail it can’t kill me, been through too much pain my people don’t even feel me

They shot my brother, took his life showed me the real me

Tone going hard on these verses it takes a strategy, how I turn a picture of pain into a master piece

It’s sad say, I’ll even sacrifice my life, Zano just show my little brother how to live right

Put me on a cross just like Jesus I’ll pay the price, so my people can live wealthy I’ll roll the dice

Love my people so damn much, I’ll take the pain & the burden, Reminiscing bout my brother, swanging that burban

Sitting down behind that cell getting discouraged, Walkin’ up in court on my days it get me nervous

They can’t hold me down, Not for long, I hope they kill you, you dead you know you wrong

I’m that **** who got a check, & ran it all alone, know you jealous of my life, & these verses I write in songs

In yo hood they don’t love you, like people be loving Tone, want you to remember all them days you stayed ring my phone

Paid a lot of bills of yours when you was lock down, & did a lot of favors, Money couldn’t tare me down

Did a lot of shit behind my back, want me to hold you down, When I was rocking shows, you hated & you frowned