Текст песни Fam Mail

[Dom Pachino] Think clearly, sincerely, I write this letter Just try'nna let you know, that it's gon' get better More time, more pressure, beyond the measures Son, I just seen the kid roll out on the stretcher I seen him too, back, when I was doing my bid But stay focused, let him know, who you repping with, kid They straight vultures, try'nna rush me off with a foam My man spazzed left him open, the size of the phone Chant to Killarm, as he touched him, total's rushed him Then they cuffed him, and duffed him, and duffed him again It's disgusting, the shit they try'nna do to my man They tried to do with me when I was caught inside the Devil's hands Surrounded by the Devil's plans, but I got others Plus I got some strong brothers, so figure it out P.S., fam forever, see you when you get out... I'm thinking clearer now, everytime I look into the mirror, now I see a man, no longer see a child, though my childhood Was wild, and fucked up, I'm trynna stick around, to see my daughter grow up And on my V.I., she make me smile everytime she show up She listen to my music; "Daddy, when you gonna blow up" Very, soon, I promise, tickle her in her armpit They try'nna make my daughter, look at me like a convict It make vomit, when I'm all alone I'm sick with this shit, dunn, and I wanna go home So repetitive, in and out of jail for years I'm a changed man, I mean, and I'm so sincere This is the end of my trouble, beginning of my career Let's make music, dunn...Dom Pachino - Fam Mail - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dom-pachino/fam-mail-lyrics.html