Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.
People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.
It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.
If I was white I would have been like John Wayne... I feel like a tragic hero in a Shakespeare play
This duo inside of me causes the perfect opportunity to live and learn twice as fast as those who choose to accept simplicity.