I Need To Say What's In My

Times Are Hard In The Ghetto, I Gotta Steal For A Living; Eating Turkey-flavored Now & Laters For Thanksgiving.

I've Got Fans And Letters From Israel, France Germany, Sweden, London, Africa. They All Saying Pretty Much The Same Thing, 'yo, We Love You, We Need You, Put Some More Music Out, Please!'

Let Em' Know That Amidst All The Confusion; Some Of Us May Do The Winnin But.. We All Do The Losin, It's Just Who Does The Choosin

My Mother, My Father, I Love 'em, I Hate 'em, Wish God I Didnt Have 'em, But Thank God That He Made 'em

I Can Forgive, I Just Can't Forget.