Now me and you was real cool, Hell on them square fools, since back in high school, we was true, me and you. Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded, affiliated with gangbangers and still made it. Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him. Still dressing like grown men when rolling, I went to dark, smoking Newports, gamin marks. Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart, locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten. I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends. Hoping you well, I know it’s Hell, doing time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail, and me I’m doin cool, I settled down, had a family, working in night school. Every once in a while, I reminisce and wonder how we ever came to this… I miss the better days.