And All Those Who Look Down On

I Don't Think That Anything Anyone Has To Say Should Ever Be Censored Or Unheard

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

My Morals Went When The President Got Oral.

Rap Will Never Be The Same As Before

The Truth Is You Don't Know What Is Going To Happen Tomorrow. Life Is A Crazy Ride, And Nothing Is Guaranteed.