Time To Heal Our Women,

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Drop Them Or Let Them Drop You. I Chose Droppin' That Cop.

Dying On The Inside, But Outside You're Looking Fearless

That Girl Can Barely Spell Her Name.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.