A Letter To Snead
What up cousin, know we haven't spoke in awhile. Ain't **** change, still
serving these hoes with a smile. We don't get to talk anymore and trade war
stories, just sitting in the yard me with my double duce, you with your
forty.parking lot pimpin just don't seem the same, routine... Drive slow blow
the horn bumping Biggie or Kane. Still owe you my life for pulling me out the
car that night, not blood but still brothers even when we argued fuss or fight.
You snatched me up when I was wrong and showed me how to analyze things
another way I know you didn't wanna leave me but sometimes **** be that
way. Mom still be laughing about your jokes, I couldn't stop coughing,
laughing through Newport smoke. Code name Big Sexy with a heart to match,
save me some gin, e@j, uncle Paul I'm sure it's plenty room in the great hall.
Not sure when my ride will be over not sure when I'm gonna take it on in, just
find me when I get there so we can get it in... Miss you Big Brother.
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