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Baby, that ashtray in here

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

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

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

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

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

You touched souls to a population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, they'll never me again
Faced wit 10 on time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks writin' you back

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that adapt
You know the streets to the pen, kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the women, condos
The clothes and the livin'

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

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

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

It's a of appreciation for bein' that 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 and say peace
Keep in mind rep the streets, you that nigga

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

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

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

I guess the ones God get them, [Inaudible]
It's just the way it is in bizarre system
You remind me of his one concernin' words you speak
You and him both got that funny type of in y'all speech

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

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

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