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

One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society, why did you lie to me, I couldn't find a trace of humanity.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.

Let the Lord judge the criminals.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.