All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

Biggie came at a time just like Hitler did with the Germans.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle, I make mistakes but learn from every one, And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one, If I upset you don't stress, Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

Everything he wanna have-I got.

I'm calling for dialogue. I'm gathering attention for dialogue which is what you do in a struggle for power.