That Girl Can Barely Spell

I Only Wrote One Song In Jail. But I'm Writing New Album - You're Going To Feel The Entire 11 Months Of What I Went Through On This Album. I'm Venting My Anger.

Forgive, But Don't Forget

My Mother Was A Woman. A Black Woman. A Single Mother. Raising Two Kids On Her Own. So She Was Dark Skinned. Had Short Hair. Got No Love From Nobody Except For A Group Called The Black Panthers. So That's Why She Was A Black Panther.

I Know Death Follows Me, But I Murder Him First.

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.