Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble.
I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, And I will do anything to protect and feed my family.
Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.
Can you picture my prophecy?
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama's titty.