And temporary, I was barred voluntary the bond
My baby-father even felt your style, he say you was best
It's beyond tryin' to enlight you
It's a glimpse of what's to come
You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of livin'
And since then to me you still a man
And leave in the way that I greet and say peace
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it
Okay, what's this one right here?
And bring my mail, it's on top of the counter
Or twistin' the baby dreads on little Christian
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinkin'
Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there?
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam
How you dress, how you move when you in the public?
I sit and listen to your latest edition
But like me, most great men became God in prison
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
And no doubt, if ever out, they'll never lock me again
Get yours, take money nigga, fuck the rest, I'm signin' off
It's a token of appreciation for bein' that poet with no abbreviations
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Word, gotta write homey back
You touched souls to a lost population of men
Too many co-defendants conspiracies linkin'
As for self, no sense of worryin' my cards been dealt
Got a few more
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
You know the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard to transact
It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writin' you back
The clothes and the city livin'
At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Peace Allah, hope this scribe reach ya hands in good health
AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan
I seen division, breakdown of the population
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga
You remind me of his one concernin' words when you speak
And been what I been through at least in fraction
Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
So when they spit you could feel the passion, I see you maxin'
It's kinda hard due to carelessness, I scarred they moms
Here baby
Fiscal, professional, what's this about man?
He was killed in a '99 car collision
Oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this
I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's so sickenin', his father, we both miss him
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit
I was up in Cansaki, niggas started to fight
Washin' dishes in the kitchen
I hate it when them commentators say that you back
That Nas and that jigga Riff started some shit
I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbin' my peace
Pertainin' to certain statements that made me confess
Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
It's either submit, death or incarceration, I felt the combination
All the cars and the pretty women, condos
It departed the prison system we should argue a bit
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech
Some do it for the salary cap few relate
It's just the way it is in this bizarre system
Aiight, gimme a minute
My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap
You never left you was always years ahead of the rest
I don't know some mail came for you today
Torn between reality rap and the fakes
Thanks, what's this?
I guess the best ones God get them, [Inaudible]
