Yeah, y'all know what time it is

This ya boy P. Troy checkin in

And we doin this one, for all the mothers

For them gangsta boys, gangsta lil' girls

Doin time in this system, y'all know how it go

Yeah, yeah, yeah (c'mon)





Hey mama, I'm writin you from jail

Them crackers got me fucked up, they got me in a cell

I know you disappointed, and I apologize

Don't want no visitation I don't wanna see yo eyes





Yeah, hey mama, I hope you all good

I guess I'm doin fine, I just miss the hood

I got a little time but I took it like a man

But it ain't the end, I'll get another chance

You always told me bout the company I kept

I guess that I'm a victim of the hood that I rep

A Southside gangsta facin five to the do'

Before they took me, I had to let 'em know









Yeah, hey mama, I know you probably sad

But holler at my siblings, holler at my dad

Tell everybody that I'm doin just fine

And I'm in here because my life was on the line

Mama, niggas hatin when your pockets get straight

They think that they can rob, they think that they can take

They thinkin that your fake cause they see you on T.V.

Surprise for them suckas, don't ever try me

I had to let it bang, I had to let it pop

I had to let it sang, I had to make 'em drop

And if I wouldnt have shot then I'd probably been the victim

That .40 cal. glock first I cock then I hit 'em

They got me down here Right Street 7th floor

Ain't nothin I can change I just go with the flow

I'm feelin kinda low, but I guess I'll be straight

Just hit the lawyer up and try to rush the court date









Yeah, verse 3, verse 3

Hey mama, they shipped me off to prison

A home cooked meal only thang that I'm missin

So holler at my girl, so holler at my son

And tell 'em that I'm sorry for the wrong that he done

Maybe this could've been avoided but I'd doubt it

All I can do is write another rap about it

And try to stay 'sane, it's all in the game

When some here for killing, when some here for 'caine

When some here for chilling wrong place wrong time

When some here situation just like mine

But I have no regrets, it could've been worse

I could've been dead if I didn't bust first

So mama, I hope that I'm forgiven

I write you everyday while I'm chillin off in prison

I'm tryin to get religion, I'm tryin to do better

With all my love, til' I write your next letter, your son