PRISONER EXPRESS

I could spit some of the tightest game on the compound. Slick words, pimp talk you ain't heard before. Even make you come off the commissary. But dog, if I don't have love, I'm just making a rack of noise. I could peep you to game on all types of moves. Know all the court cases and government conspiracies known to man. Be a new millennium renaissance man. Quote Shakespeare, Malcolm, Martin, Pac with Biggie. Even tell you how the universe was formed. But homie, if I don't have love, I'm not working with nothing. I could let you sample my friend rice, let you freak my Black-N-Milds, give you some kite, or even a shot of coffee. But I don't even have to trip off those three stamps you owe me for those suckas. Be the first to roll when the beef jumps off. Even take the beef for the knife in our cell. But slim, if I don't have love, I'm straight faking. You wanna know what love is??? Dog, love is you still holding me down when the commissary gone. When the money gone, or when my 2255 gets denied. It's still being my man when I'm not trying to roll with the homies, because I want to be free. Why because love suffers long and is kind. Love is you not hating on me because I got the grade 1 job at Unicor. Or stealing my Air Force One's, and putting a bad bone on me. Because love doesn't envy. Love is not you only having rap for me when you want something, or carrying me when the more thorough convicts and homies come around. Because love isn't rude. Love is not about you just doing you, and not caring about nobody but yourself. Or thinking you better than everybody cause you get fresh kicks every time they hit the compound. Because love don't think it's like that. Love is not you selling me death because I messed a move up. Or didn't jump when you said. Because love is not rude. Love isn't all about you! Because love don't seek its own way all the time. Love is not you pushing your knife over a book of stamps, or you stealing me over a basketball game. Why? Because love is not provoked. Love's not plotting to check dudes in, because you possess no forgiveness, but want to be forgiven! Neither is it punishing somebody because they disrespected your clique, set, gang, or religion. Why? Because love thinks no evil. Love is not laughing when the C.O. gets jumped or when somebody gets headchecked with a lock in a sock. Love doesn't get siced over wickedness. Love doesn't spread rumors, or tell lies, or trick or con people. Love rejoices in the truth. Love bears with people's weaknesses and shortcomings and failures, but still believes in them. It doesn't give up on homies, convicts, enemies, or even the staff. Love hopes all things. It never gives up knowing God can change anybody. Love endures all things. It goes through being testified on, your man carrying you, baby mama trippin, cousin won't send that bread, and the homies don't kick it with you like that. Yet you're not bitter and angry at the world. Still offering words of encouragement instead of nut letters and crazy phone calls. Dog, LOVE NEVER FAILS, when all else will. Your homies will roll out on you. Your top flight girlfriend will find another baller. Your best friend will testify on you. Your family will forget you. Yet god promised to never leave you (Hebrews 13:5). So after I had tried everything else I decided to try love because