What's up mija? Just thought I'd write these few lineas just to see how

you're doing. And let

you know how I'm doing here in the pinta

Sittin' here in the yarda

I do nada but wait

Staring at the barb wire at the top of the gate

Beyond that linea is mi familia and friends

Everyday I hope that this nightmare will end

Pero this shit is serio it's not a dream

I'm seeing inmates dying I'm hearing their last scream.

It's making me sick,

Surrounded by bars and three walls made of brick

I gotta sleep with a knife

I'm doing hard tiempo, cause I took a vatos life

I thought I was slick-but not slick enough,

Now I have to prove to the whole prison that I'm tough.

The only way out is the easy way suicide

when I think of that I think of mi familia on the outside

I miss my homeboys and my carnales

My jefita's homemade tamales.

But I got nada, now in prison blues,

I think I'll go get tattoos,

nothing else to do

but hard time..HARD TIEMPO

I remember when I used to play shoot em up,

It seems like just yesterday

Going to another varrio drinking my pisto,

with my cuete, listo to spray,

but now I live for today and I can't think about tomorrow,

Cause that'll just bring me pain and sorrow

SIMON! Hard tiempo!

Compared to this place man, the calle was simple.

It's no fun being torcido my jefita misses me,

and I miss my nino

Instead of livin by the gun,

All I do now is think of the shit I should've done

Instead of doing jale's, I should of got one,

I should have carried books, instead of a shotgun

Instead of driving by shooting at the raza,

we should have all been at the park eatin