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Baby, bring that ashtray in

And my mail, it's on top of the counter
baby
Thanks, this?
I know some mail came for you today
Fiscal, professional, what's this about
Anyway, the food will be in 20 minutes

Peace Allah, hope this scribe reach ya in good health
As for self, no of worryin' my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth of my bid
Finally got a recent to connect with my kids

It's hard due to carelessness, I scarred they moms
And temporary, I was barred voluntary the
Nevertheless, issues I need to address
Pertainin' to statements that made me confess

Faced with life, it bites reality hit
And wit crime a lot of technicality shit
Too many co-defendants conspiracies
Like the court system to keep the mind from thinkin'

Fog ya vision, guess just the odds of livin'
But me, most great men became God in prison
Since Illmatic, heard ya bars of life
I was up in Cansaki, started to fight

You touched souls to a population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the
fucked up when your own folks ain't writin' you back

Learn to relax, spoke wit cats that helped adapt
You the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard to transact
All the and the pretty women, condos
The and the city livin'

I seen division, of the population
It's submit, death or incarceration, I felt the combination
Torn reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the cap few relate

And what I been through at least in fraction
So when they spit you feel the passion, I see you maxin'
That Nas and that jigga Riff started shit
It departed the prison system we should a bit

It's a glimpse of what's to
The past follow, hold the voice just me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star the title, I had to write you
It's beyond to enlight you

It's a of appreciation for bein' that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you success
Get yours, money nigga, fuck the rest, I'm signin' off
And leave in the way that I and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that

Word, gotta write homey
Ayo, boo I got any more of mail out there?
Got a few
You gotta read one, the shit right here is deep, man
Aiight, gimme a
Okay, what's this one right
Oh from Nashville, alright lemme see this

AZ, this is Camille since been a fan
And then to me you still a man
A card player rarely reveals his hand
And sincerely, I could say the hood ya jam

I sit and listen to your latest
Washin' in the kitchen
Or twistin' the dreads on little Christian
It's so sickenin', his father, we miss him
He was killed in a '99 car

I guess the best ones God get them,
just the way it is in this bizarre system
You remind me of his one words when you speak
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all

At it's like his face just emerge in my sleep
I smoke so that grief can stop disturbin' my peace
My life's deep, it coincide the way that you rap
I hate it when commentators say that you back

You left you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt style, he say you was best
How you dress, how you when you in the public?
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it how you thug it

Know that, that's right, it's big boy, okay,