No matter what these people say about me, my music doesn’t glorify any image. My music is spiritual when you listen to it. It’s all about emotion, I tell my innermost, darkest secrets.
The third always speaks the unspeakable words.
Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.
I’m 100 percent original, and that’s what got me here. My rap music is more understandable, slower. It tells a story. You can write a book on each of my thoughts.
Will my enimies flee when they see me? Belive me, even thugz gotta learn to take it easy!
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy. Cause I only got one night in town.
How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?
Gotta get a tight grip, don’t slip, loose lips, sank ships, it’s a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.
Break the chains in our brains that make us fear.
I’m on my knees begging, please come and save me.
My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.
Even thugs cry, but does the Lord care?
Follow the rules or follow the fools.
Can the Lord forgive me? Got the spirit of a thug in me.
Niggaz need guns, too.
I never killed anybody, I never raped anybody, I never committed no crimes that weren’t honorable.
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble.
It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama’s titty.
Evil’s lurking, I can see him smirking.