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Dis shit be inspired when i was in the joint. If you remember our lyrics from the other rap "Big D's Funeral" you would've heard me say that i did 6 years in the hell hole for "poppin a po-po". These lyrics were inspired by the letters i sent to my baby mama Tanisha (R.I.P Baby girl) and my son Trey and daughter Jessie (AKA Jay)
Yes i realize i sound different. I just watched Takers for the third time today and have adopted T.I's accent unintentionally. Since no one will be able to understand what im saying, i have included lyrics
This story is told from ma baby girls perspective, reading my letters.

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Lyrics:

While i sit and reflect, of all the pain and neglect
That ive forced on our family, my soul is full of regret
The bars here to to hold me in , they holding you out
but my situation's not what this letters about
You see, when i got arrested, they didn't just arrest me
they forced themselves in and desecrated our family
our life was a fantasy, from the day that you married me
to the birth of our first child, lil Jessie
But like a true antagonist I couldn't stand to see us happy
On a self-destructive path in which i couldn't break free
So take me, at face value, when i tell you im sorry
I never meant for it to cause so much pain and i worry about
what jays gon do with no father figure in her life
or who gon be there when trey rides his first bike
It's like my life deteriorated in that court now can't even work
to help pay child support. From the top i fell, how far i cant tell
Atleast you still hear me as i write from my cell
Now girl, when i get out i hope you waiting for me
Ill be a new human being, just wait and see

Verse 2:

Sorry girl you have to read all these pages
But it feels like im reliving my life in stages
And we're caged in, 2 different cages, we can't break free
It feels like my souls incomplete and im sitting next to an empty seat.
All i want back is my family, but thats a travesty
taking away the only thing that means anything to me
They hold both the physical and metaphorical key
And they won't set me free
I know 6 years is a long time, but its a strong sign that you
wait for me, your show of faith gives me enough strength to believe
I can make it through this place, without needing to bleed
Not bleeding blood, but tears as the punishment received
For all my crimes and the harsh times i exposed my family to
you're my boo and still you put up with the shit you shouldn't have to
as i write this letter to you my papers soaked
my baby girl, with all my tears we could float your daddy's boat

Verse 3:

1,2,3,4 count the years on the wall, Still the tides rise and fall
As i wait for you call. I bet Trey's getting real big n Tall
What you feeding that boy, oh i hear hes playing basketball.
Yo still there for me as always, but life on my sides seen better days
My days blur into weeks and the weeks have begun to weep
for father time is wasting em away by making em sleep
To be honest images of you and my kids are my only lifeline
But with our restricted time, even that's become a real grind
I know it may be selfish but if you wouldn't mind
I'd like to see my son and daughter just one more time
I promise i won't tell them about what i do
The conversation stays positive i promise you
P.s. I love you with all my heart, signed T
I wish i could turn back time and take us back the start.

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