Aziatic - Fan Mail Lyrics

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Baby bring that ashtray in here

Aight

And bring my mail it's on top of the counter

Here baby

Check what's this

I don't know some mail came thru today

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 bitches 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

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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

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 respect 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

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

Alright 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 last edition washing dishes in the kitchen

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 bizarre 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

Know that that's right

It's Bigboy okay okay

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