Dom Pachino - Fam Mail lyrics

[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 k**arm, as he touched him, total's rushed him Then they cuffed him, and duffed him, and duffed him again It's disgusting, the sh** 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 f**ed 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 sh**, 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...