Livin alone in this lonely-cell, my home-is-hell. My mind-restricted...
Conflictin with my soul? Captivity is makin me time-addicted...
Only a lifetime left till im free...What in the fuckin hell happened with me?
I was the baddest on the block, trigger-happy-glock...
Sendin niggas-ass-in-flocks...parts, just blastin off..
That was his minds mentality, his thought process was cloudy...
He thought he was bullet proof, invincible, now reality was yellin loudly...
Cold blood flowed like hip-hop through his veins, his options were none..
Son of Man, Son of God...My best friends dad's other one...
He daydreamed suicidal fantasies, melancholy malice, so-sad-to-me,
So-sad-to-be, But thats what the game does...you play you pay the fee.
With nothing he could do yet but reminice in his 5 by 5-room..
Showerin side-by-side-goons, tryna survive-these-fools
He grabbed his bed-sheet, his face was red-heat in horror...
He tied the blanket around his neck, the other end to the door...
Dropped him self lower then killin that Cop...
And with that his heart and soul came to a stop....
Kaffeeiyne Coralis was pronounced dead at 3am on Sunday morning, in August 2000...he was 18...