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

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes,hanging out at clubs.

I'm not saying I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.