(AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here
Aiight
(AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter
Here baby
(AZ) Check, what's this
I don't know some mail came thru today
(AZ) Fishkill Correctional, what's this about, man
Lemme see what this about
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes
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, Fishkill, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scarred 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
Too 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 Coxsackie, 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 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 thru what I been thru 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 still argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, Polaroids are hung of 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 enlighten you
It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off
And leaving the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga
Aiight
(AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter
Here baby
(AZ) Check, what's this
I don't know some mail came thru today
(AZ) Fishkill Correctional, what's this about, man
Lemme see what this about
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes
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, Fishkill, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scarred 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
Too 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 Coxsackie, 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 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 thru what I been thru 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 still argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, Polaroids are hung of 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 enlighten you
It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off
And leaving the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!