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Baby, bring that in here

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

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

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

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

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

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

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped
You know the streets to the pen, it's kinda to transact
All the cars and the women, condos
The and the city livin'

I division, breakdown of the population
either submit, death or incarceration, I felt the combination
Torn reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the salary cap few

And been I been through 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 system we should a bit

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

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

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

AZ, is Camille since 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 hood ya jam

I sit and to your latest edition
Washin' in the kitchen
Or twistin' the baby dreads on little
It's so sickenin', his father, we miss him
He was killed in a '99 car

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

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

You never left you was always years of the rest
My even felt your style, he say you was best
How you dress, how you move when you in the
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it how you thug it

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