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Baby, that ashtray in here

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

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

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

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

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

You touched souls to a 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 up when your own folks ain't writin' you back

to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the streets to the pen, it's hard to transact
All the cars and the 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 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 jigga Riff started some shit
It departed the prison we should argue 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 without the title, I had to write you
beyond tryin' to enlight you

It's a of appreciation for bein' that 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 that I greet and say
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that

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

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

I sit and listen to latest edition
Washin' dishes in the
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 best God get them, [Inaudible]
just the way it is in this bizarre system
You remind me of his one words when you speak
You and him both got funny type of slur in y'all speech

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

You never you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt style, he say you was best
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, right, it's big boy, okay, okay