Lamont Carey:
You don't really wanna die
You don't really really wanna die

See the choices you make
Can make your path go either way
You can get lost in the sauce and get behind bars for the rest of your life
Family takes flight, so you're all alone tryna figure out how to turn a prison cell into a home
45 and you're in there, tryna live or get along
Judges doesn't answer your letters
Your release date, is it more of a guess

Late night screams of a man terrified
Cuz he can't lay down so he has to lean against the wall
and place his shoulders against the wall and hope a man don't try to get behind him

Kwame Write:
Wonder, wonder why the system locks the maimed man in
Wonder Why the program cages the woman pregnant with the world behind the scenes
Is the channel of your heart being tuned in? Wonder, wonder
Red is more than a colour
We’ve bled more than the last keeper of the strangled dollar

Cotton bags hang from eyes sold to sleep, awaiting the awakening of transparency the colour of gin
He tried to abolish alcoholism from his torn system till his kidneys waged wars
The brother with the blacker bladder
She wonders wonders if she still lives slipping through the sieves
Sentences like entrances
Interest is bent on leaving these enclosures where my future has been bench pressing
Wonder wonder wonder how the bunk bed business has bodies bloating with loss
Wonder wonder wonder why prison warms up to us like a smiling stranger, like a second home, like a broken country poem

Lamont:
See the trick is
It's to convince you that poverty is all that there is
So you'll take chances
Put your manhood in question
Now you standing there with bloodshot eyes
With no white under the street light
Ready to kill, ready to fight, but...

So you don't wanna be a thug?
You just wanna find a way to take care of your family
Because that's who you love
But shawty these streets gonna eat you alive
You either gonna end up in the penitentiary or shawty you're sure to die
So stay focused, don't become hopeless, just put your grind up
Put your mind up, you'll find a way
Cuz I don't wanna see your shoes hanging off of those wires of the landpoles
Cuz you know...

Kwame:
They say I’m not sharing a cell so I should feel I’m more free
The last time these kids placed a call, had connection with the devil with a soul of concrete
Ever met the innocent choking with a mouthful of committed crimes?

It feels like there’s always a thunderstorm in poor and mostly black neighborhoods
Legislative empty faces elevating, the judge is racing to connect our names to burdening cases, we end the day next to the sour place of lecherous Satan
You are an inmate but you’re no less alive
You thrive awaiting the freedom flight

You don’t really wanna die
You really really really don’t wanna die