Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You too old to understand tha way tha game is told.

There’s no way that Michael Jackson or whoever Jackson should have a million thousand droople billion dollars and then there’s people starving. There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there people don’t have houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I know you’re rich. I know you got 40 billion dollars, but can you just keep it to one house? You only need ONE house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it to two rooms? I mean why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room?! It just don’t make sense to me. It don’t.

The day you chose to leave me it rained constantly in truth I swore the rain to be the tears of cuspids eyes.

Can the Lord forgive me? Got the spirit of a thug in me.

Today is built on tragedies, which no one wants to face, nightmares to humanities and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air, children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares.

And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie. They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.

When an angel comes down and takes me away, memories of me and my songs will always stay until the end of time