Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day.
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's, next, In this world full of countless threats.
My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.
If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.
the evil the u are the brighter u will get