Everybody’s At War With Different

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

I'm Responsible For What I Did. I'm Not Responible For What Every Black Male Did. Yes! I Call Myself A Thug, Because I Grew Up In The Ghetto. And Im Still Standing.

People Look To Me To Do Things For Them, To Have Answers.

It's Kinda Hard To Be Optimistic, When Your Homies Lying Dead On The Pavement Twisted.