I'm not perfect. But I'll always be real
I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
Don't support the phonies, SUPPORT THE REAL
I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.
They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.