Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

Role is something people play, model is something people make, both of those things are fake.

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

Even the genius ask questions.

When my Mama asks me will I ever change, I tell her yeah... But it's clear I will always be the same until the end of time.

And now i'm like a major threat, 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget.