Walking To Death Row
After living my life an outcast
A rebel selling the drugs on skid row
My nasty attitude and my ruthless reputation
Took me everywhere
Including my final destination
Where I'm all alone
And the walls are bare
But I really don't care
Because I got the weed in my system
You're checking my ass cheeks for contraband, bitch
Why don't you kiss em...listen
You can kill me and bury me under the prison
But it won't matter because all I see is these bars
And trust me when I say...I won't miss em'
I'm facing my short length of time
Looking back on the reason behind my crime
The motherfucker thought he could come up short with the money
Don't ever try to take what's mines
I shot him six times in the back as he was running
Walked up and shot him in the mouth
As the air departed and deflated his stomach
I left him a smoking nothing
His face was gone
And all that was left was his shattered cranium or something
But yeah, I don't feel any remorse
My life has run it's course
Everything I have now
Is what I wanted at any cost
And I guess I had to take it by force

--Jaivon Brown