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I can`t wait `til you get out my brotha
It`s hard to put it in a letter and say
But I`ll be here when you get out my brotha
And do my best to help you live in better days
What`s up man
I don`t know if this letter`s gonna reach ya before I try to come see ya
I`m not too busy but things been kinda happenin for me
I been meetin new people, my nigga, and some of `em love me
On the road, toatin my fiddle, in the middle of June
I took a lot a pictures, I`m gonna develop `em soon
Family is cool, I talk to mama, she chillin
But until you get out bro`, you know how we feelin
Here in the free world, it seems a much better place
But I tell you one thing man, it ain`t that safe
Shit be happenin for a reason but I don`t ask why
Some niggas get shot, some go to jail and some die
But if you wonderin do I miss ya, then ya know I got to tell ya, yeah
And if you was wonderin will I be waitin for you when you get here, yeah
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Some like twins more than friends, I couldn`t picture me without ya
Don`t know what to say when niggas from back in the day ask about ya
They ain`t forgot ya and I think about the past I remember
Us break dancin for lunch money, breakin in shit for dinner
I tried to write once in a while, I don`t know where to start
Thinkin about how the system tore us apart
But you got a good heart and better days are yet to come
So when they let `cha go we gon` make sure that you get you some
Tell them brothas `stay up` that`s with you in the pen
And wish me luck on this race, chunk you a few if I win
But you`ll be out by then, we`ll be able to help each other
God bless, I love ya, and brotha
If you was wonderin do I miss ya then you know I got to tell ya, yeah
And if you was wonderin will I be waitin for ya when ya get here, yeah
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