I'm gone sit down and write a letter to show a picture worth a thousand words I ain't got nothing but time on my hands man, I know you understand how I wish you were free humbly I know it could've easily been me but if you were released today where will you go your momma gone no house no home you on your own to roam the streets I don't know about you but to me "that ain't free" check the temperature it's cold out here I ain't talking weather conditions if I were I would say wear a sweater ever since you been gone times ain't much better things only gotten worse there's nothing to do out here but to get fedup or wet up so I end this note til the next letter keep your head up