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I'm writing this letter to tell you I miss ya The kids' doing better, we hold it together Saw Joe yesterday And he told me to tell ya, "to stay strong my bro" He said, "don't let them stress ya" Alicia starts school in a couple of weeks And she so damn excited she's counting her sleeps And I'll send you some pics in her new uniform I'm so sorry, my baby, it's taking so long now I'll come to visit you soon Soon It's just you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon (Whooo) And money's been low, so I'm doing whatever The car had to go Got two jobs in the summer And while I remember, you know my girl, Stacy She found out she pregnant with twins, ain't that crazy? And Kenny's still mad But you know how it is, he'll come 'round eventually Don't take it personally No right or wrong way for dealing with this Everyone's still just adjusting, I guess Letras de cancionesYeah, I'll come to visit you soon Soon It's just you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon (Whooo) And sometimes I daydream that I'm at home cooking You come through the door and say, "hey there, good-lookin'" I miss how you touch me, I miss how you love me And look how they robbed me, I hate how they robbed me See Jake started speakin', his first word was, "truck" They say, "oh what surprise", just like father, like son There's some days when the kids acting so fucking angry It's breaking my heart when they asking, "where's daddy?" I'll come to visit you soon Soon It's just you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon Never know which way life 'gon come at you Never know... This life come at you fast, so buckle up, don't crash Plastic bags, packed them after class Just thinking bachelor pads Emotionally rich, physically broke Negative seeds get planted, spirits could grow Kids shouldn't know about our altercations Keep it verbal Told you I heard you Being nosey have you caught up in issues that don't concern you I wish... I wish that time could speed up, see if you worth the time Pretend to be, fake enemies I've seen before, familiar kind Yeah, I got your letter, ain't have time to read a million lines It's from the heart, I understand, but you clever within your mind Vices I could never shake Options got a limit to 'em Shiesty from where the children ruined I'm what the strip influenced After-school you get the kids, wasn't there when I did my bid That's why you won't get to live with a Bad Boy, I did it B.I.G Paid the rent I kept you fresh The crib was plush I filled the fridge Now we on some distant shit You a [?] on a wish to pick From Letras Mania