Lyrics:
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
of my lifetime, by your summer you were gone
The letter that you wrote from a seaside caravan
There's still a part of that sad boy that lives in this
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
The call to arms that never came
Writing letters
I may be old now in your eyes
But all my years have made me wise
You don't see where the danger lies
in the dark)
Monsieur, don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is is that we're meant to have wrote?
Written
"Do not fear for
good reasons
Why we shouldn't be together
I started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in new jersey"
You started saying things like "you
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked
You are miles away from me
Cos we live in different city
But our long distance relationship keeps on intimate and deep
Connected by the letter
So i
rejectedly by the door
Doesn't Lenny live here anymore?
Are you sure?
You sit at the desk
To lose your life in a letter
But the words don't seem to come
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked
legends don't you realise
Whoa I really don't low what history
Oh oh oh
Girl you've got your place an
Effin' on the list
A constant in the way that baby
grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of you
People say that we're crazy
We're sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in
I'll be here , yeah, oh)
By your side (oh)
To protect you and to love you and to be with you for life (yeah)
Come on home to me Charlene
She knows
to the letter
My english grammar gets better
History in the making
Get with me I'm not faking
Big up all my Jamaicans
Haitians and all my nations
Latinos
the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it
the sky
A lot of people smoke just to get by
But I see things much differently
Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically
Put it in a letter so you
the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it
her
Baby I'll be
Sitting here waiting on you to come home again
I won't leave
Promise I'll be here to the very end
By your side
To protect you
jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for
bars
As she slipped the letter in.
Jed took it up and read it
And he couldn't hide a grin.
Outside the jail window
A crow flew across
memories live on
Those we remember are never gone
Never gone
A wooden box of trinkets in the drawer by the bed
A dusty sheaf of letters from people now
just filling the casket up
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you
Suit-jacket
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