Alright AZ, we gone toast, you know, cause this is not about the murderers, the convicts, the three-time loser, the first-time felon or the skit bitter. This is not about the CEOs, the wardens, the commissary, the crips, the bloods, the Kings or how much time you got on the phone, homie. It's not about the DA, the legal aid, fuck them! Cause after they done railroading your ass up north, they go to lunch together anyway. This poem is as priceless as a car and a cigarettes and a brand nеw pair of creased greens. This is a toast to freedom. Just causeyou'rе locked up don't mean you can't be free. Matter of fact, the first day of your bid, the options are available, the doors wide open. You could be Muslim and sing a song to raise the sun. You could be Five Percenter and understand that the mathematics behind the language of comedic is that it is the original tongue of man, my brotha. You could be Christian and go from being Catholic to being confused, to knowing the only way is to fear God and you got nothing to lose, everything to gain. Can I get a witness? You could be a Nazi and hate all of the above but we don't get much of those around here, plus the Israelites willset that ass straight. But you gotta believe in something or you will be a rhythmless void. So here's a toast to my God and all of y'all who play the yard. May your word be born and may you find that the Lord may not come when you call, but he's always on time