In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.

If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

A coward dies a thousand times, a soldier dies but once.

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

All B.S. aside, it all comes down to... we got to survive. I mean, even warriors put their spears down on Sundays. We got to survive here in this country... 'cause I'm not going back to Africa. We got to survive here. And for us to survive here-White folks, Black folks, Korean folks, Mexican folks, Puerto Ricans-we got to understand each other.

And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die.