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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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