Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles
To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence, Born with less, but you still precious.
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased. Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'.
Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.
That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.