Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.

I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.

Make me wanna kill myself, but I see death around the corner.

I was raised in this society so you can't expect me to be a perferct person cause Ima do what Ima do.

Thanks for comin out, God bless you, good night... What of fame? Everyone knows your face, the world screams your name And never again, are you alone...

I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.

People die and people cry people want me dead.