I Just Spent 11 And

My Mother Taught Me Three Things: Respect, Knowledge, Search For Knowledge. It's An Eternal Journey.

It's Like If You Plant Something In The Concrete And If It Grow And The Rose Petal Got All Kinds Of Scratches And Marks, You Ain't Gonna Say, 'damn, Look At All The Scratches And Marks On The Rose That Grew From The Concrete.' You're Gonna Be Like, 'damn, A Rose Grew From The Concrete?'

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 Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

And Did You Ever Stop To Think That Im Old Enough To Go To War But I Aint Old Enough To Drink.