In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.
EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH
Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.
Never surrender, it's all about the faith that you got.