Before I Write I Let My Mind

The Eyes Of Mortal Men, Threaten You With Doom They Regret To See You, Set, But It Is Time, For The Moon

Can The Lord Forgive Me? Got The Spirit Of A Thug In Me.

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.

Don't Support The Phonies, Support The Real

I Try To Find My Way In The World You Know, I Try To Be Somebody Instead Of Just, Make Money Off Of Everybody.