Even Though I'm Marked For Death, I'ma

My Homie Lost His Family And Snapped, Shot Up Half The Block To Bring Them Back.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.

I Am Society’s Child. This Is How They Made Me And Now I’m Sayin’ What’s On My Mind And They Don’t Want That. This Is What You Made Me, America.

Feel Me Now, Picture My Pain, Embrace My Words, Make The World Change.

Why Am I Dying To Live If I'm Just Living To Die.