Now The Baby's In The

As Wars Come And Go, My Soldier Stays Eternal

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

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

To All The Seeds That Follow Me Protect Your Essence, Born With Less, But You Still Precious.