[Talking:]Yeah, y'all know what time it isThis ya boy P. Troy checkin inAnd we doin this one, for all the mothersFor them gangsta boys, gangsta lil' girlsDoin time in this system, y'all know how it goYeah, yeah, yeah (c'mon)[Chorus: x2]Hey mama, I'm writin you from jailThem crackers got me fucked up, they got me in a cellI know you disappointed, and I apologizeDon't want no visitation I don't wanna see yo eyes[Verse 1:]Yeah, hey mama, I hope you all goodI guess I'm doin fine, I just miss the hoodI got a little time but I took it like a manBut it ain't the end, I'll get another chanceYou always told me bout the company I keptI guess that I'm a victim of the hood that I repA Southside gangsta facin five to the do'Before they took me, I had to let 'em know[Chorus x2[Verse 2:]Yeah, hey mama, I know you probably sadBut holler at my siblings, holler at my dadTell everybody that I'm doin just fineAnd I'm in here because my life was on the lineMama, niggas hatin when your pockets get straightThey think that they can rob, they think that they can takeThey thinkin that your fake cause they see you on T.V.Surprise for them suckas, don't ever try meI had to let it bang, I had to let it popI had to let it sang, I had to make 'em dropAnd if I wouldnt have shot then I'd probably been the victimThat .40 cal. glock first I cock then I hit 'emThey got me down here Right Street 7th floorAin't nothin I can change I just go with the flowI'm feelin kinda low, but I guess I'll be straightJust hit the lawyer up and try to rush the court date[Chorus x2][Verse 3:]Yeah, verse 3, verse 3Hey mama, they shipped me off to prisonA home cooked meal only thang that I'm missinSo holler at my girl, so holler at my sonAnd tell 'em that I'm sorry for the wrong that he doneMaybe this could've been avoided but I'd doubt itAll I can do is write another rap about itAnd try to stay 'sane, it's all in the gameWhen some here for killing, when some here for 'caineWhen some here for chilling wrong place wrong timeWhen some here situation just like mineBut I have no regrets, it could've been worseI could've been dead if I didn't bust firstSo mama, I hope that I'm forgivenI write you everyday while I'm chillin off in prisonI'm tryin to get religion, I'm tryin to do betterWith all my love, til' I write your next letter, your son[Chorus x4]
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