Gettin High, Livin' Everday, Like

I'm Used On Every Level. I Have No Friends. I Have No Resting Place. I Never Sleep. I Can Never Close My Eyes. It's Horrible.

Don't Believe Everything You Hear: Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies

It Don't Stop 'til The Casket Drop.

Killing Ain't Fair, But Somebody Gotta Do It.

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.