To the shadows of forgotten ghost Let us all propose a toast Wasting away their lives in the pen I once shared in the banquet of sin I often think of the people I know Warriors who once shared my soul Back to back we fought on the yard Prison made us all cold and hard I receive letters almost everyday From damn good men who are wasting away Asking favors to which I must comply Taking flowers to mothers who break down and cry I often taste my own broken heart Consoling a mother who is falling apart I have many mothers know it is true But my own mother I never knew Just try to inhale the pain of my plight I have to deliver more flowers tonight Dear Lord have mercy for heavens sake I really don’t know how much more I can take I feel pain few people ever know As I let the tears soften my soul Gaining strength from the good Lord up above So I can offer another mother a moment of love