i forced you do things you just don’t like
this your life cause you chose where you at
fear slowed you down but i know you tried
your strength wasn’t enough to take them off
i wish u could get a chopper to take them off
i won’t like to be here for long
Mayday, please come am going down
am getting weak and my brain is getting sick
Mayday, are you there for me
or you’ve been locked up just like me
if so let us think of options quickly
lets try escape and if shot
we’ll end the misery
if captured again i’ll go back to my cell and go pick my rosary
and pray to meet Scofield
cause anybody who can help me
is worth to be called Mayday