Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

How many caskets can we witness before we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness.

God will judge my heart, Man will judge my actions.

My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.

Gettin high, livin' everday, like i'm gonna die.

Don't look back unless it's a good view.