Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

Trust me I never lose. Either I win or learn from it

I try to find my way in the world you know, I try to be somebody instead of just, make money off of everybody.

Hip Hop was supposed to be this new thing that had no boundaries and was so different to everyday music. As long as it has soul to it, hip hop can live on.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

I heard a rumor I died, Murdered in cold blood dramatized, Pictures of me in my final state, You know mama cried, But that was fiction, Some coward got the story twisted, Like I no longer existed, Mysteriously missin', I'm known worldwide baby, I ain't hard to find.

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