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