No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo,

I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

i went to see my friend yesterday at the county jail. he is in "high power" this is 23 hours a day in your cell, never out unless you are handcuffed. when i go to see him he is in a separate cage.

he was just found guilty of 2nd degree murder. he will be sentenced on the 29th. 15 to life is what he says he will probably get. it is the "L" the life that means anything at all, and basically what it means is that he is never getting out. ever.

he never denied that he did it, kind of hard with it all on film and everything. a security camera in a fast food parking lot. his trial was all about whether it would be the death penalty or gang enhanced. death penalty speaks for itself. gang enhancement would have meant 25 to life and that life would have been in the SHU . now he has a 50/50 chance of being able to walk the yard.

the killing had to do with him against like 7 people. i don't know the details as during the trial he could not talk about it, and yesterday? well, whats the point, i'm not going to waste the precious 15 to 20 minutes talking about a done deal. basically it came down to drugs and alcohol. i met him when he was clean, working on two years. he relapsed. this crime was committed after being up for 6 or 7 days and under the influence of alcohol.

they tried really hard to give him the gang enhancement. they even used one of our conversations during a visit in the trial (as in MY VOICE being played for the jury) our conversation included the word "homeboy" hence the "gang related" conversation. that's just too weird for words. im lucky i didnt get called as a witness for the prosecution.

it was a bittersweet visit. he has been fighting his case for two years now. his kids mom is out there using meth, and the grandparents who have the kids wont have any contact with him. he has no-one anymore. i havent even really been there for him like i could have. the jail is not that far, but i hadnt been there in a few months. we wrote now and then, but knowing that it would take him nearly 30 days to even get the letter kinda bummed me out on writing. but he never complains, has never asked me to put money on his books and still calls me his punk rock princess.

anyways, it was good to see him and im sorry for this but he knows - he asks for no sympathy or like i said, he doesnt deny it. he attributes it to the alcohol and drugs and wishes that he would of just stayed clean.