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Baby, bring that in here

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

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

kinda hard due to carelessness, I scarred they moms
And temporary, I was barred the bond
Nevertheless, issues I need to address
to certain statements that made me confess

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

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

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

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

I division, breakdown of the population
It's either submit, death or incarceration, I the combination
Torn between reality rap and the
Some do it for the salary cap few

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

It's a of what's to come
The follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like 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' that poet no abbreviations
respect from 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 always rep the streets, you that nigga

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

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

I sit and listen to your edition
dishes in the kitchen
Or the baby dreads on little Christian
It's so sickenin', his father, we both him
He was in a '99 car collision

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 got that funny type of slur in y'all speech

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

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

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