I Love Harlem, It's Like A Second

32 Grams Raw, Chop It In Half, Get 16. Double It Times Three, We Got 48. Which Mean A Whole Lot Of Cream. Divide The Profit By Four. Subtract It By Eight. We Back To 16.

I Did Almost A Year In Prison, A Year In Prison, Just Because My Name Is Foxy Brown.

I've Never Stabbed, Hurt, Killed, Stolen, Anything, But I Went To Jail For A Year. What Is That? My Pastor Said To Me The Fact That I'm Not Living Under A Bridge As A Crazy Woman, Talking To Myself, Is Amazing.

My Purpose Is Far Greater Than My Pain

It Feels So Good To Tell The Truth.