I Didn't Choose The Thug Life, The

God Damn! Drug Dealers Dealin' To The Kiddies, Livin' In The City Ain't No Pity On The Itty-bitty. We Try To Cry, But Still They All Die, I Try To Speak To The Youth, And The Truth Is: They All High.

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

Let Me Say For The Record, I Am Not A Gangster And Never Have Been. I'm Not The Thief Who Grabs Your Purse. I'm Not The Guy Who Jacks Your Car. I'm Not Down With People Who Steal And Hurt Others. I'm Just A Brother Who Fights Back. I'm Not Some Violent Closet Psycho. I've Got A Job. I'm An Artist.

Some Say They Expect Illuminati Take My Body To Sleep.

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