Let the Lord judge the criminals.
Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.
Life give to you what you gave to it. So give your best.
Don't change on me. Don't extort me unless you intend to do it forever.
I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.
In my brain all I think about is fame.