Ever Since I Was An

They Wanna Bury Me Im Worried. Im Loosin My Mind Look Down The Barrel Of My Nine And My Visions Blurry. Fallen To Pieces Am I Guilty? I Pray To The Lord But His Laws Be Unfortunate Because Im Guilty.

If I Was White I Would Have Been Like John Wayne... I Feel Like A Tragic Hero In A Shakespeare Play

Born Through Hard Times, Ghetto Child Of Mine. I Wonder If You Have To Suffer For Your Father's Crimes.

That's What I Am, America's Nightmare. I Am What You Made Me, The Hate And Evil That You Gave Me.

In My Brain All I Think About Is Fame.