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Baby, bring ashtray in here

And bring my mail, 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 will be ready in 20 minutes

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

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

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

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

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

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that adapt
You know the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard to
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 the combination
Torn between rap and the fakes
Some do it for the cap few relate

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 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 hunger me holdin' my last
I live that of a star without the title, I had to write you
beyond tryin' to enlight you

It's a token of appreciation for bein' poet with no abbreviations
Much from us all wish you much success
Get yours, take money nigga, the rest, I'm signin' off
And leave in the way I greet and say peace
Keep in mind 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 shit right is deep, man
Aiight, gimme a
Okay, what's this one right
Oh shortie Nashville, alright lemme see this

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

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

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

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

You left 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 how you thug it

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