Dear mama,
What can I say? I fucked up… again. You warned me, every day, I was living too fast. You told me to get a job, a legit one. Time and time again you warned me. But you know me mom, I have a hard head, I'm a rebel, I'm used to handling shit "MY" way. I now see what you were talking about. It was the money... I always wanted to give you what you have given all your sons… the world. I went about it the wrong way and you saw that. I never made enough time for you, missed the moments that you needed me mentally, sacrificed such moments to ensure that I could set you up financially. All you wanted was to see me be the man that you knew I could be… you always saw my greatness. I never got the chance to tell you how much I thank you… thank you for now, thank you for last time, thank you forever. That six years you did with me last time was rough on you and you said you would never do it again. This time my time has doubled and I am sure so has your pain… but you have been there the whole way… you have taught me the meaning of loving unconditionally. When I come home I promise I will be the son you always wanted me to be… I will work harder, actually listen and take head to the knowledge that you share, and cherish the time that I have with you as if it were my last. I promise. Kiss my kids and my nieces and nephews for me. I love you!
Yo my nigga,
So I'm back at it again. After all the shit we been through together, all the clubs we've shut down together, all the bitches we've fucked, all the money we've made… all that nothing more than a memory now. I got your last kite several months ago and I'm wondering why I haven't heard from you since then and you haven't been up here to see me since I've been in this hell hole. I remember we used to ride smoking a blunt talking shit about if one of us would ever get caught up in this system again. You always promised to look after my kids as if they were your own should something happen to me, you always talking shit about keeping my commissary stacked so a nigga could be fresh behind these walls. Talked to my kids' mothers the other day and they say they seen you shining on them 20s… you doing it hunh my nigga. But my kids still need school shoes… and I ain't seen no money come through on my end from you. A man has nothing more than his word to stand by… you taught me that…. Guess you crawling now. When I touch I promise we shall meet again… this time it will be different…. Loyalty is our highest honor… that's my last lesson to you… it's been real.
Hey boo,
I got your letter last night. I must say I am happy as a bitch that you still holding it down for a nigga. I know I always told you I was gone leave my girl for you and despite everything you always believed me. Girl you had some of the best pussy and head that a nigga ever had… how could a nigga not want to keep you in his life! So you saw one of my trifling ass baby mamas in the club hunh? You said y'all was beefed out but I am not sure why. After my old lady found out that trifling bitch was pregnant again she ain't never wrote a nigga since. She posted those pictures to make sure my girl would leave me while I was in this bitch. That evil ass hoe just want a nigga to be lonely and do this bid on his own. Anyways, fuck her ma, she ain't shit, plus I don't want shit getting back to Viola about y'all fighting because the she gone swear that I'm still fucking with both of y'all. Don't take that the wrong way bae… you still may baby, always will be… but she has my daughter and is handling all my legal shit while I'm in this joint. I just don't wanna make that bitch mad again and then she flight on a nigga like she did before. You know she be dropping a nigga change and coming up and here with my baby girl and shit... I need that right now. You asked if I would add you to my visitors list. I would sweetheart but you not family so they won't let us have a face to face, not to mention I don't want that crazy bitch coming up here and seeing you and causing a scene. Just hold a nigga down like you been doing and when I get home I promise I will repay you. I promise this time around I will make you my girl. I promise I will finally get the nuts to leave my family, my home, the bitch that has been down with me for over a decade, going home to my beautiful baby girl…I promise I will give all that up to be with you.
Viola,
My dear… How have you been? I finally got your letter and I hate that you take so long to write me back. I know you said you stopped clubbing and shit but every time you pull your lil disappearing act I can't help but think that you out bopping or fucking some other nigga while your husband is in this bitch stressing. You asked if I had yet seen my new son. I'm not gone lie ma, yes, my mama sent me pictures of him. But no I ain't NEVER talked to his mama and I wish you would stop asking about her ass. I know when I was home I was fucking up… always in the club, fucking this bitch and that bitch, fucked up and got my baby mama pregnant again… but I always came home to you and my baby girl. You are my wife, y'all are my family and I love y'all more than life itself. I fucked up before and at this point I can't do shit but apologize and do shit the right way when I come home to my baby girls. Remember you used to stay up until 4 am waiting for me to finally come through the door. You would always jump down a nigga throat, practically smell my dick, call me everything but a child of God… ma you would go nuts on a nigga. But you always calmed down, cook me my scrambled eggs while I took a shower (you used to always have my towels out waiting for me), then you would make love to me like a king… you always treated me like a king. Baby when I get home I promise you will be my queen, my one and only, my wife, my everything! I promise ma… I PROMISE!
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