Amistad - DEAR CUZZO, Lyrics

Dear Jamaa, man, I know it's been a minute
I was going through some shit
And I never meant to be distant
But I really miss you man, A lot of me feel bad
I'm the reason that you in there, your freedom
You s'posed to have
I feel myself going to prison
Or maybe just end up dead
It's a lot of pain I'm feeling
Even more than tears I shed
But how you doing though?
Hoping everything is all good
Stay in touch, nigga I love you
We gotta move out the hood

Dear DaJour
My bad cuz, been s'posed to write you back
But I ain't had no envelopes
So it's hard to contact
But how you doing though?
'Preciate you writing to me
'Cause there's a million other things
Instead you writing to me
I really miss you man
And I wish I was out there witcha
I'm dealing with this news flash
It's not a pretty picture
You not the reason that I'm in here
No need to be furious. This is all my fault
But this a learning experience
I know you here for me
I know you gone do what it takes
I need for you to stick with ball
And don't make my mistakes
Put your all in, 'cause you the one
That's really gone make it
I messed my chances up for now
But I hope I can save it
My bond reduction next month
So I pray for the best
If they drop it down to two
I can fianlly change my address
The lawyer came to me
And he offered me a plea
But I turned it down
'Cause ain't no charges pressed against me
Stay in touch

Dear Cuzzo
Man I'm really glaad to hear that
Can't wait for you to get home
Can finally give you a dap
I don't care how long it took
Should've seen the look on my face
I had a feeling you'd write back
And your mail I got today
But I'll be honest though
This school shit ain't really meant for me
And football's getting tough
I just hope this shit meant to be
But enough about me
I promise you I'm doing better
Want to hear more about you
Like In your head, what's the weather?
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Dear Cuzzo
Glad to see you getting right
School ain't for me neither
But for you I feel it might
All the schools that you done emailed
I really hope they get back
But i'm glad you with the music
And I'm keeping it a stack
But when I finally get out
I'm making way better decisions
Bond went down to 350
Almost completing the mission
I done been here for a year
Boy I ready to come home
I ain't really missing nothing
But it's still the real world
And tell me how my girl
Said she want me home real bad
Like she better pay this bond
Or she gone be real sad
But this other one get pregnant
And she been my favorite
But it is what it is
Now she somebody lady
But I ain't really tripping
Money is the mission
I like that song you had sent me
Now bring you dreams to fruition
But hold up, What is you doing?
Can't believe you really here
You supposed to be in school
Why you visinting me here?
Man this shit ain't working out
I got some shit in my blood
Had to make a tough decision
Now I'm back in the hood
But the music is my passion
So know that we still good
And I will never leave your side
Like a brother never should
I can't wait for you to get out
I got so much shit to explain
Let you hear all of my music
Gotta bring you up to date
I really wanna tell a story
I just don't know how
Give inspiration to people
Who feel they can't make it out
Maybe tell one that's about you
In some way or some how
But we can talk about this later
Nigga when you getting out?
What's the first thing you gone do?
Who the first person you gone hug?
I hope you learned from it all
To get yourself out what you dug
And when you get back on your feet
We can make up for lost time
Maybe put one in the air
I know for you It's been a while
But I really hope you listened
In case now that it's too late
'Cause It's a world full of haters
And they want what's on my plate