June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.
Yellow M&M's don't move with green M&M's. I mean, you don't put M&M's peanuts with M&M's plain.
It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?
I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.
After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.