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Baby, bring that in here

And my mail, it's on top of the counter
baby
Thanks, this?
I know some mail came for you today
Fiscal, professional, what's this about
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20

Peace Allah, hope this scribe reach ya hands in 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 with my kids

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

Faced with life, it when reality hit
And wit crime a lot of technicality shit
Too many conspiracies linkin'
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from

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

You souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if out, they'll 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

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain that helped 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, breakdown of the
It's either submit, death or incarceration, I the combination
Torn between reality rap and the
Some do it for the salary cap few

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

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

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

Word, write homey back
Ayo, boo I got any more of mail out there?
Got a few
You gotta read this one, the right here is deep, man
Aiight, a minute
Okay, what's one right here?
Oh shortie 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 could say the feel ya jam

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

I the best ones God get them, [Inaudible]
just the way it is in this bizarre system
You remind me of his one concernin' when you speak
You and him both got funny type of slur in y'all speech

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

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 when you in the public?
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it how you thug it

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