Niggaz need guns, too.

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

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.

So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

Of course I'm going to say "I'm a thug" that's because I came from the GUTTER and I'm still HERE!