Fan Mail

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 shit 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, niggas 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 pa*sion, I see you maxin' That Nas and that jigga Riff started some shit 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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 shit 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