Letter to Jigga

Jigga came a long way from Reasonable Doubt to Renegade to D'usse', you heard what he told Grand Ma Ma on what's free, I aint they slave, but ever since then he started selling all his shit and all those percentages in his businesses he own, started to fade, he doing business with Louis Vuitton this around the time they cut Kanye, I forgot they separate you once you got Michael & Prince DNA, you left masters plantation once you left with your little crumbs you made from the NBA, creative director of the NFL or so they say, your providing entertainment for the Super Bowls they’re still standing for the national anthem, Grand Ma Ma who aint their slave, Nike threw Kaepernick some crumbs but he still can’t play, you won’t break her soul, you don't have a soul to break, you sold your soul Beyonce', you don't want the cake, you want the dick Anna May, I aint Black, I'm O.J Ok, I'm you if you would've got caught up in the system, we're the same but you never entered or exited a prison sentence, so for me to survive mine, made me gain a little wisdom to see a little different, which makes us different, we all got flaws just a smidget, I still salute you cuz you did it, we rolled the dice a little different, but our freedom we both risked it, just letting you know tighten up cuz the streets still watching & the world still listening, remember the position don't make the man, the man makes the position, a letter to Jigga we're the same, I'm just caught up in the system.

You can only view me the
way I was created in God’s
image, signed Nakameche
a letter to Jigga, two Devine
designed Niggas caught up
in a designed system.