You don’t know me, I don’t know you
Things always seem awkward,
When they so brand new
Whatever, you thinking about saying to me,
I’m probably thinking about saying to you.
Questions and answers, answers and questions,
Can make us better friends,
Without wondering or guess’in.
See it’s a lot of things I want to ask you about,
But how can I ask you anything,
When you being shy out of doubt.
So let me start this off by saying whatever in this world,
You want to know about me,
Just ask your Homie from Detroit,
I got a mouth and I can speak.
See we can write each other on JPAY, talk on the phone,
Or see each other in video visits,
Got 28 months left in prison,
It doesn’t matter your race, color or religion.
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