(Chorus) 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
(Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
