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My name is Jamil, and this is "A Letter To Her." It's not a time you present your energy to me and my joy levels don't rise. It's no secret I'm attracted to you, your vibe, your eyes, your smile, just all of you. And I display that by risking my whole livelihood, striving to put myself in your world. And you know like I know, that ain't easy, but I'm here, with you right in front of me. And I appreciate you, because it’s been a number of times you've given me your sincerity, you trust. Something I never forsake, something I'll always protect with my piety and my righteousness, as long as I'm able to inhale and exhale. I want you to understand that I'm just not some prison guy. My name is Jamil Pirant, son of [inaudible], who was a student of the slums. I come from a slum tribe, a Chicago family. This is who I am—not a prison number. And I know you understand this, but my mission is you, man. My mission is you. And I can only hope and pray your willing to continue to give yourself to me: my sincerity, my truth