A Letter - La the Darkman

A letter to my baby girl, why I’m out on the road

It’s January 18th, and the world is cold

Dead winter, dick hard, wishing I was in ya

Smoking this spliff, licking my lips

While my mind paints a silhoutte of your hips

Look beautiful, the love we make, beds we break

Trips we take, risks we take, it’s all maturity

Try to fit your heart, in this purity

All women looking for a little congenutity

Smell me?

Feel like I just met you

At the carnival, you fed me a pretzel

And you like it from the back, make ill noises

Ass is incredible, pussy is the moistest

Damn, it’s all good, I bought you a ring

But marriage, nah, love, respect my thing

I wouldn’t do that you, nor to myself

You signing papers to me, that’s something else

But we can get the house, the whips and the seeds

Seven day, eight night, cruises to Belize

It’s all in the budget, you like it, I love it

But rumors about me and the street, stay above it

I travel a lot, bitches babble alot

See the way I treat you, you lick the spot

You with the God, wisdom, strength and beauty

Civilizing savages, my everyday duty

Live free, make money, young black male

Most niggas like me is dead or in jail

I’m from the gutter, treat my wiz like I treat my mother

Respect for me, come check for me

You isn’t scared of the fact, I kept a tech with me

Plus you hold it, you even asked me to teach you how to load it

Just 'case one day, I need you to explode it

That’s raw, I never seen it in a wiz before

And you lady like, stay wet all night

Screaming like a baby, when I’m giving you the pipe

I’m good, that’s gully, no more running the street

I got a dime piece at home, smart, laying sweet

Satin sheets, living life of the peak

Intelligent at work, and a bed pure freak

I speak for engineers, hustlers, athletes

Businessmen that travel, be gone for weeks

Getting money, come home, shit is intact

Just being around me, you get percentage of that

Just when my flight leave, know it’s coming back

Round trip, baby…