Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

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.

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

Got shot 5 times but I'm still breathing... living proof there's a God if you need a reason.

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

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.