Young and Reckless Behind Bars

Young and reckless in a cold crowd. Lights flashing, sirens always too

loud. Mama's worried, sister crying late at night. She can't see

the trouble in my tired eyes. Locked up cell, yeah, that's my fate.

Dreams slipping by while the world just waits. Girl blowing up my phone,

can't calm down. In my mind, pure storms, evil's crown. Never meant for

this, but here I stand. Wrong crew, wrong plan,

cross of my hands. Told myself I could rise, be the man.

But the streets are to hold tighter than sand. Family praying, tears falling by