Peace Allah, hope tha scribe
reach ya hands in good health
no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to con
It's kinda hard through carelessness
And temporary I was barred
it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements
it bites when reality hit
through many co- defendants
Like the court system designed
to keep the mind from thinking
guess it's just the odds of living
But like me, most great men
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
saki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost
if ever out they'll never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time,
It's fucked up when your own
folks ain't writing you back
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
breakdown of the population
death or incarceration I felt the combination
Some do it for the salary
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
It departed the prison system
It's a glimpse of what's to come
hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title,
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
Get yours take money nigga fuck
And leave in the way that
Keep in mind always rep the streets,
AZ, this is Camille since
And since then to me you still a man
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
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
It's so sickening his father
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
You remind me of his one concerning
You and him both got that funny
type of slur in y'all speech
At night it's like his face
I smoke herb so that grief can stop
it coincide with the way that you rap
I hate it when them commentators
You never left you was always
My baby- father even felt your style
How you dress how you move
Without a lot of luggage gotta love
it that's how you thug it...