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From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan Dear mama good day I hope that when these few lines reach you they may find you in the best of health Mama, I really doun know how to tell ya dis 'cauz I did mek a solemn promise to tek care a lickle Jim an try mi bes fo look out fo him Mama, I really did try mi bes but none da less me sorry to tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres it was de miggle a di rush hour when hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle to go home to dem evenin shower mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus not causin no fuss when all on a sudden a police van pull up out jump tree policeman de whole a dem carryin baton dem walk straight up to me and Jim one a dem hold on to lickle Jim seh dem tekin him in Jim tell him to leggo a him for him nah do nutt'n and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n Jim start to wriggle de police start to giggle Mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim? Mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im? Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop Dem lick him pon him head but it tough like lead Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin' So mi jook one in him eye and him started to cry me thump him pon him mout and him started to shout me kick him pon him shin so him started to spin me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin - an crash, an dead Mama, More policman come dung dem beat me to the grung dem charge Jim fo sus dem charge mi fo murdah mama, doan fret doan get depress an downhearted be of good courage till I hear from you I remain Your son, Sonny |