I can't think straight...
my mind's in wait.
I begin to contemplate
all the rage and hate
that lives in his soul.
Through his heart, there is a hole
that has been made
from my hands blade.
But i didn't know...
he did not show
how he felt...until that night...
until that fight.
One friend here,
one friend there.
Knives and bats were everywhere.
The feud raged on,
one hour long.
The blood flowed,
then the fighting slowed.
The cops came,
then the blame game.
Word against word,
man against man.
And in his mind,
this was all my plan.
Next day, missing, he was gone.
We looked for him all day long.
What all had happened wasn't for sure,
all last night had been a blur.
But we all knew the cops intervention
sent him straight into detention.
Months went by and shit got worse,
I needed to remove the curse.
Without thinking twice,
I broke the ice,
let them all back into my life,
forgot and forgave all the pain & strife.
But now I'm not sure what to do...
Solve one problem, one starts anew.
The boy's still locked up in that cell.
On top of him..his whole world fell.
And in his heart he's blaming me.
He wonders why i couldn't see
what he wanted us to be.
He's thinking that i turned my back,
I'm no longer in his life's track.
He's thinking I chose the RR crew
...i just wish he only knew.
In him, my best friend is lost.
It came @ such a heavy cost.
There's memories of him everywhere.
I won't give up till he's outta there.
And if it takes forever more, I'll always be writing to P.O. Box 5244.
