Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn't commit.

When I talk about money. All you see is the struggle. When I tell ya, I'm livin' large, you tell me, its trouble.

And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles

Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it.

My only fear of death is reincarnation