When You Do Rap Albums,

Yo Get A Real Job. Rappin Doesn't Pay The Rent, I Hate The Studio Cause That's Where All My Money Went.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

My Life Is In Denial. And When I Die, Baptized In Eternal Fire, I'll Shed Many Tears.

Mama Raised A Hellraiser Why Cry, That's Just Life In The Ghetto, Do Or Die.

Will I, Succeed, Paranoid From The Weed And Hocus Pocus, Try To Focus But I Can't See.