[Dom Pachino]
Think clearly, sincerely, I write this letter
Just try'nna let you know, that it's gon' get better
More time, more pressure, beyond the measures
Son, I just seen the kid roll out on the stretcher
I seen him too, back, when I was doing my bid
But stay focused, let him know, who you repping with, kid
They straight vultures, try'nna rush me off with a foam
My man spazzed left him open, the size of the phone
Chant to k**arm, as he touched him, total's rushed him
Then they cuffed him, and duffed him, and duffed him again
It's disgusting, the sh** they try'nna do to my man
They tried to do with me when I was caught inside the Devil's hands
Surrounded by the Devil's plans, but I got others
Plus I got some strong brothers, so figure it out
P.S., fam forever, see you when you get out...
I'm thinking clearer now, everytime I look into the mirror, now
I see a man, no longer see a child, though my childhood
Was wild, and f**ed up, I'm trynna stick around, to see my daughter grow up
And on my V.I., she make me smile everytime she show up
She listen to my music; "Daddy, when you gonna blow up"
Very, soon, I promise, tickle her in her armpit
They try'nna make my daughter, look at me like a convict
It make vomit, when I'm all alone
I'm sick with this sh**, dunn, and I wanna go home
So repetitive, in and out of jail for years
I'm a changed man, I mean, and I'm so sincere
This is the end of my trouble, beginning of my career
Let's make music, dunn...