INMATE POEMS

To Whom It May Concern, by John Hudson

If I give you all of me would I get all of you
If I told im anointed could you see the proof
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside this booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside this booth
would you switch and change on me if you knew the proof
knowing I ain’t the same person that was introduced
thank the lord cuz I don’t look like what I’ve been thru
Here’s a letter to you

I’m back again…like Jesus on that cross I had to rise again
time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
I had to live my life I had to learn my lessons
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Just tryna keep my spirit from that deep depression
Its time to tighten up, put my pride down and picked that Bible up
Lookin in the mirror I’m tryna find myself
Queen she know I love her til its life or death
Livin on the edge plottin on a plan
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
No more Supa Dupa, but Max is still my friend
Critics want the beef but I’m not feedin in
My loyalty dont stop if we don’t speak again
I could cry tears right now, don’t know how it feel right now
All that meditation that I did, all that beastin in the gym
All this energy inside I got to give
I’m back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
They expect me to fold, friends turn into your foes
kept focused on the goals, mind, body and the soul
new me, new day, another story untold

If I give you all of me would I get all of you
If I told im anointed could you see the proof
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside this booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside this booth
would you switch and change on me if you knew the proof
knowing I ain’t the same person that was introduced
thank the lord cuz I don’t look like what I’ve been thru
Here’s a letter to you

I’m back again…feeling so immortal I must rise again
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
R.I.P. to Sheila tatted on my skin
You just be my angel til we meet again
I can hear you now like just keep goin in
I’m feelin the ether, I’m feelin Aretha
I keep it real with the people
Ain’t no lies coming out of your speakers
I gotta watch for the leaches, false prophets and evil preachers
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
I’m a fuckin soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
Passion I can’t control it, hatin I can’t condone it
Something just gotta give, don’t listen you gotta feel
Part of me had to die so a part of me gets to live
Putting it on the table, I put aside all my fears
And I’ma show all you haters, I did this shit for real, Oh God!!
If I give you all of me would I get all of you
If I told im anointed could you see the proof
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside this booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside this booth
would you switch and change on me if you knew the proof
knowing I ain’t the same person that was introduced
thank the lord cuz I don’t look like what I’ve been thru
Here’s a letter to you

JOHN HUDSON
DOC #572-824

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