They Wanna Censor Me, They

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

Throw It Up Y'all, Throw It Up, Throw It Up, Let's Show These Fools How We Do This On That West Side. Cause You And I Know It's Tha Best Side.

I Will Live By The Gun And Die By The Gun

If You Could Walk A Mile In My Shoes You'd Be Crazy Too.

Look At Those Words, 'role' And 'model.' Both Of Those Are Fake Words, To Play A Role And To Model, That's Fake. I'm Real. Being Real, I Drink, I Hang Out, I Party