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Baby, bring that ashtray in

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

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

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

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

Fog ya vision, guess it's just the of livin'
But like me, most men became God in prison
Since Illmatic, first ya bars of life
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
wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks writin' you back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At it's like his face just emerge in my sleep
I smoke herb so that grief can disturbin' my peace
My life's deep, it coincide 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 even your style, he say you was best
How you dress, how you move when you in the
Without a lot of gotta love it that's how you thug it

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