Questions For The Lord, Why

I'll Probably Be Punished For Hard Living.

If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never Forget That God Isn't Finished With Me Yet. I Feel His Hand On My Brain... When I Write Rhymes, I Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thang.

My Homie Lost His Family And Snapped, Shot Up Half The Block To Bring Them Back.

I Ain't Racist But Lets Trade Places.

Forgive, But Don't Forget