I see ya waiting for the bus early in the morn', brick house with a face like Lena Horne.

This dish ain't just called Karate Meat because it's got an Asian kick to it. It's called Karate Meat because it will beat you up like a pigeon in prison.

I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.

Why are we so blind to see that the only ones we hurt are you and me?

They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?

I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?

I'm innocent. I've done nothing. I'm a nice guy.