Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed,

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.

If I Could Patent 'being Real', I Think I Could Own That.

I Just Don't Know How To Deal With So Many People Giving Me That Much Affection. I Never Had That In My Life.

Money Made Me Evil, Court Cases Got Me Stressed Niggaz Aimin At My Head But I Still Wear My Vest.

I Don't See Myself Being Special; I Just See Myself Having More Responsibilities Than The Next Man. People Look To Me To Do Things For Them, To Have Answers.