I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.

Don't cry through your dispair.

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up, Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side. Cause you and I know it's tha best side.

Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.

They Have Money For War But Can't Feed The Poor.

Play the game, never let the game play you.

Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for fortune and fame.