Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die.

I never killed anybody, I never raped anybody, I never committed no crimes that weren't honorable.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

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'm 100 percent original, and that's what got me here. My rap music is more understandable, slower. It tells a story. You can write a book on each of my thoughts.

Real eyes, realize, real lies.