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Baby, bring that ashtray in

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

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

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

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

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

You touched to a lost 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 ain't writin' you back

Learn to relax, wit certain cats that helped adapt
You the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard 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 what I been at least in fraction
So when they spit you could feel the passion, I see you
Nas and that jigga Riff started some shit
It departed the prison we should argue a bit

It's a of what's to come
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last
I live like that of a star the title, I had to write you
It's tryin' to enlight you

It's a token of appreciation for bein' poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you success
Get yours, money 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 of that mail out there?
Got a few
You gotta read one, the shit right here is deep, man
Aiight, a minute
Okay, what's this one right
Oh shortie from Nashville, lemme see this

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

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

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

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

You never left you was always ahead of the rest
My baby-father felt your style, he say you was best
How you dress, how you move you in the public?
a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it

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