[2Pac]

Dear baby its me again,stuck inside this packed pin
trying to pay my debt for all my sins.
See this penatentery time be so heavy on my mind
at times its like im living just to die.
I'm living in hell,stuck in my jailcell,starnded in the county jail
waiting for my chance to post bail.
I wanna be payed in large stacks,i mash so fast, i blast
wondering how long will i last.
My memories fade when im intoxicated,busters be shaddy
so im dumping on cowards daily,we never faded.
I know i said it all before but now i mean it
visions of you and me ballin,so crystal clear i seen it
Even though you mad at me youll be gald to see the startegy
of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby, life is good
me and you against the whole world
Soon as i get home

[chorus 2Pac]
Grab my gat,locate my comrads
Lets get my enimies,not knowing im coming back
Go get the money out the safe,its time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as i get home

[2Pac]

Sittin here looking at pictures of you and me living
but now your out in the world,while im twisted in prison
Love letters come daily,words of perfection
you send me money and news clips,beggin for sex and..
Stay wide open,keep yours eyes peeled
in my advice you keep it real and they can die squeelin
Plus i never have to worry about a visit,cause your there daily
guards trying to get your number, you dont dare tell me
Tounge kissing,steady humpin,trying to accomplish somthin
before the co. and the warden jump in,frontin
Late night reminicing,everbodys quiet
i think somthings in the air,prepare for the riot
In padlocks and my socks,tied to the bedframe
i touch her thug love,but they got my head in pain
Started a war but now im gone
release me to the streets in the morning its on
Soon as i get home

[chorus]

[verse 3 kadafi]

See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is masterd,seen them niggas you blasted
wanting me in a casket,on the grind im faster
Yea nigga i heard, lil moo gave me word
you get parroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin,still dont care about nothin
rollin in my double r and im trying to see sumpthin we aint never had
came from a life of living,learn the tricks of the trade,shit shoulda been
tought by dad
But learned through the crew,thats just between me and you
and once we lock this shit down, aint a thing they can do
Meanwhile ill stay waiting by the phone
hoping ill get the call, telling a nigga that you home.

[chorus x8]