Rollin wit a posse full of paranoid drugdealaz!

I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.

i will live by the gun and die by the gun

Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.

There should be a class on apartheid. There should be a class on why people are hungry, but there are not. There are classes on...gym. Physical Education.