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Baby, bring ashtray in here

And bring my mail, it's on top of the
baby
Thanks, what's
I don't know mail came for you today
Fiscal, professional, this about man?
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20

Peace Allah, this scribe reach ya hands in good health
As for self, no sense of worryin' my cards dealt
in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect my kids

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

Faced with life, it bites when hit
And wit come a lot of technicality shit
Too co-defendants conspiracies linkin'
Like the court system designed to keep the from thinkin'

Fog ya vision, guess it's just the of livin'
But like me, most great men became God in
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of
I was up in Cansaki, niggas to fight

You touched souls to a population of men
And no doubt, if out, they'll 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 certain cats helped adapt
You know the to the pen, it's kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women,
The and the city livin'

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

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

a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, hold the voice just me holdin' my last bottle
I like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's tryin' to enlight you

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

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

AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill a fan
And since then to me you a man
A real card player reveals his hand
And sincerely, I could say the feel ya jam

I sit and to your latest edition
dishes in the kitchen
Or twistin' the baby on little Christian
so sickenin', his father, we both miss him
He was killed in a '99 car

I the best ones God get them, [Inaudible]
just the way it is in this bizarre system
You me of his one concernin' words when you speak
You and him both got that funny type of slur in speech

At night it's like his just emerge in my sleep
I herb so that grief can stop disturbin' my peace
My life's deep, it with the way that you rap
I it when them commentators say that you back

You never you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt your style, he say you was
How you dress, how you move you in the public?
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you it

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