the last year has sucked, you was finally heading up in the world.. the music gaining traction, labels starting to pay attention, even allat dope you was sellin was turning in good money. But the cops caught you wit a gun out on the block, real slimy stop and frisk, they been fiendin to get you down on somethin.. that money paid for a good ass lawyer, and all them other charges that they slapped on tryna keep you locked up til the sun blow up got dismissed, you still got a year in the pen to do..

Keisha was in them courts when you got sentenced, can still remember that mad ass look on her face. she would kill about you, kill to be witchu.. even in jail. but she couldn't do a thing.. jus watching them officers lead you out the courtroom, screamin "FREE MY BABY!"

you gave her all ya bread before you went in, tellin her "keep it safe." you been on them jail calls constantly, and she always had money on ya books. it was tough to be in da pen, just after shit was starting to go well, but it felt good to feel somebody always in ya corner. Them days passed real slow, but now you finally done.. CO's coming to ya cell, escorting you out the block. you got ya real clothes back, and were shown out the front door. that walk down to the gate felt weird, you finally free.. you been on the yard a bunch but the air feel different now. you can hear Keisha screaming as she see you, jumping up and down as she record on her phone.

"THEY FREED MY NIGGA.. MY BABY FINALLY HOME, Y'ALL..."

soon as you get out the gates she come up and hug you, pushing her face in ya chest and turning the phone on y'all both.

"my man, my man, my mannnnn.."