(intro) – b.ware

mmm… Zulu… (yeah), Zulu!
Zulu! This go out to all my niggas in the pen
(my cousin T.A.) the young, the lost forgotten
and ignored (R.I.P. Ant), to all my family
you know what it is nigga!

(verse 1) – b.ware

yeah, yeah
farewell friend, but fuck the judge first
he can’t fathom your reality, how your heart hurts
maybe I can’t either, did I do my part
either watch from afar, send letters or pray hard?
coulda been better, sin kept ya, swept ya away
present a day it seems, back to playin’ us in my dreams
in that little blue house in the deep south, meek me
quietly admiring, and relying on ya street clout
creep with ya heat out, peace ain’t what he be bout
but, hurt people hurt people, brings out the worst in you
when you’re cursed, most can’t see you, world will mislead you
but it’s dark behind them bars, no partial gleam-through
me too, I’m feelin’ lost, peelin’ off
riding with cloudy eyes, this ain’t a final goodbye
this is a “see ya soon,” I’ll be visiting, I’m older now
still wonderin’ if you’re more comfortable in or out

(hook 1) – b.ware

once in awhile I can look at you
(just wanna look at you my nigga)
and see the twinkle in your eyes
zulu love letter, this is family we love better
zulu love letter, we love better…
Zulu! (my whole family) zulu! (my whole family)
zulu! Zulu!

(verse 2) – b.ware

sacrifices, sendin’ up young lives
it’s shots from polices, tots learn what we fightin’
Motts was a luxury, Tampico is what we’d drink
el cheapo, might fuck up a kidney though
yo, them kids need more Love, intimacy illiteracy
plagues mom and poppa, kids need more (Love)
kids knees sore from prayin’, Eddie Long
could it be ya ministries don’t feed us like we need to be
me, the chief rocka, sing our story… opera
glock poppers to doctors all a part of my saga
Mercer to where they’ll murk ya, for ya shirt bruh
but it’s art where I author novel narrative
label we heretics? C’mon, cuz, blood of my blood
now lather with Dove to wash it off of ya gloves
it’s all (Love), even with fear instilled to break our will
I let my pen build
ill at will.

(hook 2) – b.ware

(if we don’t raise our young, who gone do it for us? Know what I’m sayin’?)
zulu love letter, these our kids, love better
zulu love letter, they deserve better…
Zulu! (that’s to the youth) zulu! (I say, that’s to the youth)
zulu! Zulu!

(verse 3) – b.ware

this is strength, my self-defense, walk with a limp
talk like a pimp, never balk, I ain’t a simp
never dreamt I’d be seein’ all this chalk on the strip
all this murder make me yearn for some purp to get blimp
fuck some hemp, that THC the shit, couple hits
of the best and that stress sure to fade like temp
gimme (Love), let me see its remnants
don’t wanna pollute all my gifts addicted to that Shawn Kemp
sniff sniff, hint-hint, the stu… dimly lit
rebuke that dimwittedness, who is you kiddin’ with
this is lyric shit and I pen it to lift my niggas, spirits
more than liquor ever could be credited with
said it when broke, will he say it when rich? yeah
and I put that on my girl like some Reddi-wip, lick!
I’ll never jump ship… like Skip Gates, nigga stay awake!

(hook 3) – b.ware

(and that’s to you handkerchief head-ass niggas)
zulu love letter, fuck cheddar my love’s better
zulu love letter, my loves better…
Zulu! (all my niggas) zulu! (all my niggas)
zulu! Zulu!

(outro) – b.ware

zulu love letter, niggas. Love; no fear. no matter what.
it’s us against us… c’mon!