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Baby, bring that ashtray in

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

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

It's kinda hard due to carelessness, I 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 when hit
And wit come a lot of technicality shit
Too co-defendants conspiracies linkin'
Like the court designed 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
Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was up in Cansaki, started to fight

You touched to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, they'll lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit on the back
It's up when your own folks ain't writin' you back

Learn to relax, wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard to
All the cars and the pretty women,
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 been I been through at least in fraction
So they spit you could feel the passion, I see you maxin'
That Nas and that jigga Riff started some
It departed the prison system we should a bit

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

It's a token of appreciation for that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect us all wish you much 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 nigga

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

AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill a fan
And since to me you still a man
A real card 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 baby dreads on little
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 this bizarre
You remind me of his one words when you speak
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all

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

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

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