Kites

Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh 60 cent for this stamped envelope Off of commissary 50 cent for this pen 70 cents for this paper I hope bro will do this favor and spot me later Hit me with $1.80 To write my lady about my baby And ask for pictures He's almost 2 now I been here 3 calendars Failed all the challenges One was supposed to pass Didn't come close to class Funny it's all adding up Sooner than later Wounds will get greater Pains will get deeper My celly a preacher My mind full of creatures Dreams and nightmares No bond like Meek Mill I'm scared to sleep still I'm spent off 3 pills We call em Nu Nu's Don't f with new dudes You talk too much We roll yo ass for fun A honey bun Maybe a pack of noodles So call a white shirt I hope my wife work Any other day besides visitation My situation is litigation I sit impatient at these years I'm facing I'm nervous pacing Pull out my only picture of my son Jason Kiss his face and I'm gone Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh $27.01 for this Quran Inshallah we meet again On the other side of the storm See I'm bound by shackles and fences In my physical form, yet my Spirit is free what you seek is inside you son Much I've learned, much I've lost It's been a long time at a cost Forgave myself and all my flaws Then pulled me down off of that cross Accepted my fate 60 years in the state With diner trays and paper plates Getting colder and older It's like grey hairs froze in my face All these years I've been silent But now your moms say you wildin 16 and acting violent, who else can I blame but me For talking tough a lot, talking tough as Pac Talking f an OP, and plus they sucker block Will get you shot and stuffed in box Listen Jason I'm begging Please don't go down this road I know I've made my mistakes But hoping you learn from those I know I shoulda been there But still I love you no doubt Just pull me out when you need me I'm locking up for the count Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh Threw away your love letters I, thought it make me feel better I, finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head ooh $10 for my last phone card before they ban them Left a voicemail to say I'm sorry hope you understanding $39.88 for these pair of tennis shoes I only need the strings I'm hearing things But I'm a bit confused The news said that 19 year old Jason Was at the club as a patron Got into an altercation Shots fired and patient Probably wouldn't make it So now these strings around my neck No disrespect I couldn't face it goodbye