If God Wanted Me To

Life In The Pen Ain't For Me 'cos I'd Rather Die.

Will I, Succeed, Paranoid From The Weed And Hocus Pocus, Try To Focus But I Can't See.

My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers, Thugs, And Killers.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.

I Didn't Choose The Thug Life, The Thug Life Chose Me.