Letter Home

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    This is my letter home
    Mum I'm doing just fine
    I can't moan I ain't really doing hard time
    No phone, I lost it on my third night
    Screws run up on my cell on a mad hype
    They didn't get it though, I had to let it go

    Out the window just before they crept in slow
    I couldn't plug that that's where I had my drugs at
    Plus my heart was hurting
    From the bus' back
    Look, I back all of the mandem
    Its me, Dunga and M on the landing

    I see Con, see Tawman and Tysen
    I see Reppy, see Nevv, see Simon
    See Lee, See Joe, see Jim
    They come like the whole fucking ends are in the bin
    I'm gonna wrap it up now
    I'm off to the gym
    Please kiss my little princess
    And tell her that I'll ring

    Baby boy, keep it together
    No it wont be long, please be strong
    When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
    I'll be there at the end with your kiss
    Got your letter this morning
    Brought a tear to my eye
    I can't get up in the morning
    But it'll be alright

    Mum I got shipped out
    They got me up in force
    From the b cat to d cat they got me on tour
    Different jail different places
    Different cells different faces
    It's kinda better how this place is
    I even got a key to my cell
    And a little bit of freedom as well

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    I'm still making p's up in jail
    Got a b on my sheet
    Shottin' fiends in my cell
    Canteen every week got me eating well
    Mum you know me I just keep to myself
    And hold my hood up like jeans with a belt
    I still miss the road though

    I still miss the mandem, no homo!
    Still counting down the days til I go home
    Oh how I miss the road so
    now its getting so close
    The days are getting longer
    Blood got me stronger

    Baby boy, keep it together
    No it wont be long, please be strong
    When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
    I'll be there at the end with your kiss
    Got your letter this morning
    Brought a tear to my eye
    I cant get up in the morning
    But it'll be alright

    Mum I'm kinda stressed out they got me back in scrubs
    They accused me of bullying and hustlin' drugs
    I miss my dawg Biggs
    That brudda showed me love
    And Jimmy clacksons bredrin
    It's me and him reppin'
    And my brudda Ginge

    You know I cant forget him
    We was getting parcels on a next ting
    I cant lie, right now I'm kinda frettin'
    Police come, and nicked me for attempted murder
    They say that I bust a burner
    And some other shit that's unheard'a
    And its all done my head in
    Fucking humiliating

    I got bail now my time feels complicated
    I just wanna touch the road and see my baby
    I think about her daily
    Oh damn how I miss her
    I beg you mum kiss her
    Tell her that I love her
    And daddy's got her picture

    Baby boy, keep it together
    No it wont be long, please be strong
    When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
    I'll be there at the end with your kiss
    Got your letter this morning
    Brought a tear to my eye
    I cant get up in the morning
    But it'll be alright

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