TCA - Prison Letter Lyrics

Gravel roads, we go in no traction
I said f*ck my life, I'm a whole 'lotta nothing
I said in a spite, I can turn you to a fraction
Evil thoughts in my mind, I think my time is coming
Solitary mind, I know you see all my fashion
I can flip a dime, but can't catch myself lacking
I can end myself, see me pull up in a taxi
I turn off my phone, f*ck those messages they passing
I can not,

I can not take none of this,
I'm in this shit, since a lil jit
And to my brother josh, I think we came off as a mystery
'Cause we are nothing alike, I mean that to be nice
I'm tripping ye, bro let's get so rich
Reach millions, and then open businesses

I thank god, for all the time
I thank god, but never mind
Take my phone, shine my light
Point it at my face, see my dead eyes
(I thank god, for all the time
I thank god, but never mind
Take my phone, shine my light
Point it at my face, see my dead eyes)