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Baby, bring ashtray in here

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

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

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

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

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

You souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, they'll lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the
It's fucked up your own folks ain't writin' you back

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

I seen division, breakdown of the
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 through at least in fraction
So when they spit you could the passion, I see you maxin'
That Nas and that jigga Riff started some
It departed the prison system we 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 that of a star without the title, I had to write you
beyond tryin' to enlight you

It's a token of for bein' that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all you much success
Get yours, money 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, write homey back
Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out
Got a few
You gotta read this one, the right here is deep, man
Aiight, gimme a
Okay, what's one right here?
Oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see

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

I sit and listen to your latest
Washin' in the kitchen
Or twistin' the baby on little Christian
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 bizarre system
You remind me of his one concernin' words you speak
You and him both got that funny type of in y'all speech

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

You never left you was 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 love it how you thug it

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