Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.
Everybody’s at war with different things…I’m at war with my own heart sometimes.
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask.
I want there to be a life for the street element. Instead of we always getting shut out. Instead of defenseless, having power.
We probaly in hell already, our dumb asses not knowin, everybody kissin ass to go to heaven aint goin.
Dont blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it.