Though things change, the future's still inside of me.

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me. Stranded on welfare, another broken family.

I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn't commit.

So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.

In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

It's been stress and drama for a long time now, man. So much has happened. I got shot five times by some dudes who were trying to rub me out. But God is great. He let me come back. But, when I look at the last few years, it's not like everybody just did me wrong. I made some mistakes. But I'm ready to move on.