Elevation of today's generation, if I can make them listen. Prisons ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed.
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.
I wanna piss on his head, I want his family dead.
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.
If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.
They Have Money For War But Can't Feed The Poor.