They Have Money For War But Can't Feed The Poor.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

Well, the first two days in prison, I had to go through what life is like when you've been smoking weed for as long as I have and then you stop. Emotionally, it was like I didn't know myself.

Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows

And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.

If you don't know me, don't judge me.

I'm a thug. And my thug comes from... my definition of thug comes from half of the street element. Straight street hustling.