HEY PAPS

Hey paps

To you I write with conscious of grief

27 years later running from the police

My own prison was the state of mind

My childhood was bringing inside these hard times

I kept memories that are leaving me traumatised

I kept memories that are leaving me compromised

With drained energy fighting to see my own demise

My own enemies really are the fear in my eyes

Hey paps

I hope you hear me

Everything is dark in my days I've grown weary