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Riker's Island

I was listening to Cuban Link's letter to Pun when I was overwhelmed with emotions that I wanted to share with my brother, so I wrote this for him, and for all those sitting in Riker's island, with no hope of ever getting out.

My brother's 19 years old. He made the biggest mistake of his life when he tried to rob a man who had a heart condition. This man died. My brother now sits in a jail cell with the possibility of NEVER being set free. I live my life for him, and its because of him I want to educate people on the consequences of choice. I hope you enjoy my song.

Missin you baby bro... everyday.

I should have known better,
that as I was writting this letter
all the ink would smear from the tears
I've held down through the years
And I cant control the pain
thats being sent to my brain
Knowing that your locked away
For something you did one regretable day
And there's nothing that can fill the cement void in my heart
And this letter I'm writing is just tearing me all apart
Because instead of hugging you,I have to see you through bars
And I can see on your face all of the emotional scars
Working daily for less than a dime an hour
I'm praying for your strength, Lord just give me the power
To set my brother free and send him home where he belongs
so he can start again, and rewrite all of his wrongs
I remember the days where we'd play all day
Running around the house and you'd hear mommy say
"Hey, Stop that noise. Can't you all go outside?"
And the noise stopped, but I still could hear the cries.
And the five of us would have to survive on our own
Mommy hid in the church, Daddy thought he ruled on a throne
You guys began to run the streets while I hid in my room
Afraid the world would know my secrets and start to assume
That I'm a real life monster, just a devil in a mask
cause if they knew the things that went down, they'd be forced to ask
But who wants to know about all the beatings, the fights and screams
And all those scary images that haunted us every night in our dreams
But we're all grown up now, everyone of us with issues
Momma can't stop crying now, cause we all really miss you
And its no wonder that I cant finish writing this letter
cause I constantly think about how our lives could have been better
If we all just ran away and never looked back
but time would pass and we couldnt help but fall through the cracks
David misses his twin, and when I see him, I cry
That connection between the two of you, no amount of money could buy
I cant wait for the day that they set you free
My fatboy, my brother, I ask you to please forgive me.
I should have protected you more and saw through your pain
But we're gonna get past this, all five of us, and see the sun through the rain.

- For my brother Danny

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