You'll be using one bar of soap, two rolls of toilet paper per month.Somebody steals, turn your ass around.Somebody steals them, or you lose them, you will be whacking your ass with your shirt.You have one uniform. Your number is 510. Remember it!This is Seawing. You will eat, shower, and take your yard time with your wing.There's six counts a day. Miss one, you're in the hole.Miss two, and I'll personally put you in the house of pain.It's 95 in the hole, * this number.Should be seeing daylight sometime next summer.Now day by day, it's time.Time rolls by. I smell the flesh burn of a fool that just fried.Grabs my spoon, scraping on the concrete.Memories fill my mind. Pain is my heartbeat.My five by seven, I'm pacing back and forth.The number of the things to come are scratched on the wall.Creached up greens, who knows where to go?Down two kids, another fool here to let it grow.I fly a kite, no one ever flies it back.I need some commissary, so I got to go and jack.I used to look forward to the days of a visit.Now my lady's dead, so now I'm just lifting.Mad dog and every fool who walks by.Damn, my feet are tired, but every day is do or die.Shackled in the yard and fools recognize.W-Trey, Aiden, Loke, Daz, Northside.Calling shots, taking lives from the hole.Four walls of darkness, going solo.Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.Yeah, it's like the, it's what we call a song.Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.Living off that road.Cause he could let go.Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.Yeah, it's like the, it's what we call a song.Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.Living off that road.Cause he could let go.Damn, these walls are steel.Night and day they surround me.Floating through my veins.The devil's insanity.Every day I check my vent.I see a bright glimmer.But now I raise my eyes.The lights are getting dimmer.I'm doing pushups in the vertical stance.Staring out the floor.I'm watching demons.Dance.Reminiscing on the days of old.Interrupted by screams from the next hole.I see my thoughts in the smoke in front of me.Thinking of my kids.Do they remember me?It feels like yesterday holding baby's hand.Cruising up the guy and hitting switches with a fat sack.Now so much emptiness and so much sorrow.I wish they would kill me instead of face tomorrow.Another day passed.I feel the sun beats down.I'm dying for some air.I'm three levels underground.My door is locked.Summer slams with the sands of time.I would kill for a peace of mind.Come to each his own and hope you'll never know.A life full of madness.Going solo.Rowin'.urban.No W.No W.No W.No W.Know your homies I dig.New bespoke and color cell phone.Rowin'.No W.No W.Living on death row cause he the black goat.Rowin'.No W.No W.No W.Know your homies I dig.New bespoke and color cell phone.My knuckles on the steel, I'm full of blood, searching through darkness, I see no loveThe Lord's on my shoulder, Satan's on my lap, and in my own mind, I hear them both laughOne tried to take me over, other took me under, my funeral, a cry today, I wonderTears all the rain, I flood with my pain, if I live through or die short, it's all gameLet's take a walk through the vision of my memory, and when I'm dead and gone, will you remember me?Cause I remember the ones I was down for, died for, writhed for, but now no moreI stand awake and pray with bloodshot eyes, I feel I'm sinking, I reach for the skiesNo one left, I spent all my chips, crapped out on time, the hour hand is the whipBeating on my back as I stack turns, in the grasp of the reaper, and it burnsDelusions of a madman, and peace fill my grave, devil's slave, will I be saved?Going soloWith the hoes I did, with the spotting tunners, it's so lowGoing soloLiving on death row, cause he the black goatGoing soloWith the hoes I did, with the spotting tunners, it's so lowGoing soloLiving on death row, cause he the black goat*