For Quiet Times Disappear Listen

Be An Individual, Work Hard, Study, Get Your Mind Straight, And Trust Nobody.

Don't Leave This World Without Giving It Your All.

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.

I Only Wrote One Song In Jail. But I'm Writing New Album - You're Going To Feel The Entire 11 Months Of What I Went Through On This Album. I'm Venting My Anger.

I Guess Cause I'm Black Boy, I'm Supposed To Say 'peace', Sing Songs, And Get Capped On.