Story Behind The Song

Dig Deep into the mInd of an Inmate Prison Group Therapy

Song Description

Dig Deep into the mInd of an Inmate Prison Group Therapy

Lyrics

1st Verse:
I know brothers with heads made out of steel plates
and still walk the streets with steel and steal papes
Ask why
It feels great
Is his reply
Plus I make brains fry on those that bump eyes
I slump guys and rape bitches, I hate snitches
I?m thinking, this man?s mind?s got a few glitches,
Go ahead I?m listening
It all started when I was five, Megatron was my first nine
As time passed kid, I got drafted into crime,
a drastic turn for the worst, I felt cursed and never felt lucky,
Robbing corners begging for someone to buck me until one day a slug struck me,
this the only time I was lucky?I?m still here
Man, it still bugs me
Now tell me, Why you pump so much hate?
Cause I ain?t have a moms to hug me or fix me a plate,
Next question, besides you couldn?t relate
How long you been locked up?
10 long years and still counting
some say I need counseling
I plotted all types of ways on bouncing,
Then the real hit when I hit the hole, making it longer for parole
Times slow

Chorus:
Dig deep into the mind of an inmate, a dim state,
No hope for brighter days when you?re up state
Dig deep into the so called con locked down,
Out in the streets, he?s so called don
Dig deep into the mind of your brother,
Doing a life bid for the mistakes of others,
Dig deep into the mind of yourself,
There?s so much more when all you think about is wealth

2nd Verse:
What you in for?
My lawyer fucked up and I ain?t do shit and still I?m locked up,
For what?
I?m doing a bid for what someone else did
And what?s that?
I got pinned with a murder rap
Victimized by the unbalance, unjustice
I know?trust me, this system wasn?t built to trust us
I miss my mom dearly, I think about my fam daily,
I get love, I gain hope yearly,
What?s your age?
25 and I?m locked in a cage, 20 hours a day,
Eat, lift, shower, then spill thoughts on a page,
Pause, daze off, think of life back in the day
Plus, every night I pray,
Begging God for an answer,
While I?m in here, my baby?s mom struggles with cancer
It?s getting hard to cope,
Sometimes I catch myself making a rope,
I got to get a grip, that?s why I?m here spilling it,
Got to vent while others repent,
I know I?m innocent
ain?t no settlement equivalent to the time I spent,
Shit I can?t get it back,
My youth, my pride,
Who knows?.I?m might be in here until my lines flat
Times that by 2, walk a mile in my shoes,
You don?t know what?s real, you have no clue
Calm down?I hear you?matter fact, I feel you
Man?you have no idea what these cells do.

Chorus:
Dig deep into the mind of an inmate, a dim state,
No hope for brighter days when you?re up state
Dig deep into the so called con locked down,
Out in the streets, he?s so called don
Dig deep into the mind of your brother,
Doing a life bid for the mistakes of others,
Dig deep into the mind of yourself,
There?s so much more when all you think about is wealth

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