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    [Talking:]
    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)

    [Chorus: x2]
    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

    [Verse 1:]
    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

    [Chorus x2

    [Verse 2:]
    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

    [Chorus x2]

    [Verse 3:]
    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

    [Chorus x4]

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