Dear Bill, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses, too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f*** it, what's been up? Man, how's Jenny?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Oumar.
I read about your Uncle Cyril too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some failed West End actor who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground poop that you did in Skem
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the poop you did with Sharpey too, that poop was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is
@4737carlin