| This is my letter home
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| Mum I’m doing just fine
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| I can’t moan I ain’t really doing hard time
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| No phone, I lost it on my third night
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| Screws run up on my cell on a mad hype
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| They didn’t get it though, I had to let it go
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| Out the window just before they crept in slow
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| I couldn’t plug that that’s where I had my drugs at
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| Plus my heart was hurting
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| From the bus' back
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| Look, I back all of the mandem
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| Its me, Dunga and M on the landing
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| I see Con, see Tawman and Tysen
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| I see Reppy, see Nevv, see Simon
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| See Lee, See Joe, see Jim
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| They come like the whole fucking ends are in the bin
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| I’m gonna wrap it up now
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| I’m off to the gym
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| Please kiss my little princess
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| And tell her that I’ll ring
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| Baby boy, keep it together
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| No it wont be long, please be strong
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| When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
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| I’ll be there at the end with your kiss
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| Got your letter this morning
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| Brought a tear to my eye
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| I can’t get up in the morning
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| But it’ll be alright
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| Mum I got shipped out
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| They got me up in force
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| From the b cat to d cat they got me on tour
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| Different jail different places
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| Different cells different faces
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| It’s kinda better how this place is
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| I even got a key to my cell
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| And a little bit of freedom as well
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| I’m still making p’s up in jail
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| Got a b on my sheet
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| Shottin' fiends in my cell
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| Canteen every week got me eating well
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| Mum you know me I just keep to myself
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| And hold my hood up like jeans with a belt
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| I still miss the road though
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| I still miss the mandem, no homo!
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| Still counting down the days til I go home
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| Oh how I miss the road so
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| now its getting so close
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| The days are getting longer
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| Blood got me stronger
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| Baby boy, keep it together
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| No it wont be long, please be strong
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| When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
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| I’ll be there at the end with your kiss
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| Got your letter this morning
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| Brought a tear to my eye
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| I cant get up in the morning
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| But it’ll be alright
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| Mum I’m kinda stressed out they got me back in scrubs
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| They accused me of bullying and hustlin' drugs
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| I miss my dawg Biggs
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| That brudda showed me love
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| And Jimmy clacksons bredrin
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| It’s me and him reppin'
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| And my brudda Ginge
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| You know I cant forget him
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| We was getting parcels on a next ting
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| I cant lie, right now I’m kinda frettin'
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| Police come, and nicked me for attempted murder
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| They say that I bust a burner
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| And some other shit that’s unheard’a
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| And its all done my head in
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| Fucking humiliating
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| I got bail now my time feels complicated
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| I just wanna touch the road and see my baby
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| I think about her daily
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| Oh damn how I miss her
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| I beg you mum kiss her
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| Tell her that I love her
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| And daddy’s got her picture
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| Baby boy, keep it together
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| No it wont be long, please be strong
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| When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight
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| I’ll be there at the end with your kiss
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| Got your letter this morning
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| Brought a tear to my eye
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| I cant get up in the morning
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| But it’ll be alright |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Letter Home , by - K Koke. Song from the album Pure Koke, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп