Baby, bring that ashtray in here
Aiight
And bring my mail, it`s on top of the counter
Here baby
Thanks, what`s this?
I don`t know some mail came for you today
Fiscal, professional, what`s this about man?
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes

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

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

Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality s**t
Too many co-defendants conspiracies linkin`
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinkin`

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

You touched souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, they`ll never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
It`s f**ked up when your own folks ain`t writin` you back

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

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

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

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

It`s a token of appreciation for bein` that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours, take money ni**a, f**k the rest, I`m signin` off
And leave in the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that ni**a

Word, gotta write homey back
Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there?
Got a few more
You gotta read this one, the s**t right here is deep, man
Aiight, gimme a minute
Okay, what`s this one right here?
Oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this

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

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

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

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

You never left you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt your style, he say you was best
How you dress, how you move when you in the public?
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that`s how you thug it

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