Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

They claim that I'm violent just cuz I refuse to be silent.

I don't advocate senseless violence of any human being. I'm the one who's been beat down. But I will not be a victim again.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

I'm 100 percent original, and that's what got me here. My rap music is more understandable, slower. It tells a story. You can write a book on each of my thoughts.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.