I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?
To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence, Born with less, but you still precious.
A woman bought you into this world, so you have no right to disrespect one.
No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.
I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.
if they take half the buildings that they use to praise god and give it to the motherfuckers who need god we'd be 'aight