They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.
They say pu$$y and paper is poetry power and pistols.
Heaven ain't hard to find; all you gotta do is look.
My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack
Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.
That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.