Peace Allah, hope tha scribe
reach ya hands in good health
As for self,
no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell,
fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to con
nect with my kids
It's kinda hard through carelessness
I scared they moms
And temporary I was barred
voluntary the bond
Nevertheless,
it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements
that made me confess
Faced with life,
it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot
of technicality shit
through many co- defendants
conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed
to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision,
guess it's just the odds of living
But like me, most great men
became god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was up in Can
saki, *****s 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 fucked up when your own
folks ain't writing 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 living
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 through 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 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 trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being
that poet with no abbreviations
Much re spect from us all
wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck
the rest I'm signing off
And leave in the way that
I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets,
you that nigga.
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 last edition
Washing dishes in the kit chen
Or twisting the baby dreads
on little Christian
It's so sickening his father
we both miss him
He was killed in a '99 car collision
I guess the best ones God
get them the tar sniff 'em
It's just the way it is in this bizar
re system
You remind me of his one concerning
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
disturbing 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...