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(AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here


(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) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men

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, fishscale, fifth year of my bid

Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids

It's kinda hard thru 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

Thru 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 Cansaki, *****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 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 should argue a bit