How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack

Rollin wit a posse full of paranoid drugdealaz!

I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.

One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society, why did you lie to me, I couldn't find a trace of humanity.

It's time we stop worrying, and get angry you know? But not angry and pick up a gun, but angry and open our minds.

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.