What’s up dog, how life treatin you up in da pin
Nigga, got a couple of thoughts, had 2 grab my pad and pen
But didn’t forget about you so dats why I’m writin again
Memories mend, keepin you fresh wit da things on da block
Reppin da hood and a chick gon stay on top
“Paid in full,” still keepin da streets on lock
hold’n dat glock, still out here pushin ya figs
saw ya daughter the other day, angel gettin real big
Oh, and remember “T” dat used 2 hold da block down
Nigga got caught wit dat yo so now he back in lock down
I’m still missin da times when me and you ran da game
Ever since you got locked up, shit ain’t been da same
Still try’n 2 block out, when 5.0. was hot on ya spot
Was there when dey took you in for poppin dat cop
Didn’t take long for da streets 2 kno another soldier had dropped
remember lil ta dat followed you, and was always try’n 2 flow
Dat stayed on da corner always beggin 4 doe
Lil nigga on da same damn corner sellin da yo
Almost got cut by da cops bout 2 weeks ago
And ol’ girl da you was wit, all wife’n it up
She on da block every other day givin it up
Just another street hoe try’n get a nut
Even when you in lock down she still out 2 fuck
I swear bitch will do any thing just 2 get a buck
Anyway, moms said (mom’s voice) “tell my son I love him”
Hope you get dis letter, last one probably got caught up in da system

A friend

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My angel

"My heart my soul...my love my blood"