As Wars Come And Go,

The Seed Must Grow Regardless Of The Fact That It’s Planted In Stone

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Life In The Pen Ain't For Me 'cos I'd Rather Die.

It's No Longer A Fad To Be Down For The Young Black Male. Everybody Wants To Go Past. Like The Gangster Stuff, It Just Got Exploited.

Questions For The Lord, Why He Don't Like Me, Guard My Soul, Though My Life Was Hard With No Remorse.