I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.
In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.
I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.
If God wanted me to be quiet he would’ve never showed me what he does.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?