It's A Struggle For Every

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.

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.

The Ground Is The Symbol For The Poor People; The Poor People Is Gonna Open Up This Whole World And Swallow Up The Rich People. It's Gonna Be Like - There Might Be Some Cannibalism Out This Mother. They Might Eat The Rich.

Though Are Hands Are Chained Like They Are, They Haven't Taken Music From Us Yet. So That's How I'll Fight. People Tell Me Don't Quit Like Everyone Else. I Wont Have No Fear.

You Need To Hit The Door, Search For A New Guy. Cause I Only Got One Night In Town.