I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

All I'm Trying To Do Is Survive And Make Good Out Of The Dirty, Nasty, Unbelievable Lifestyle That They Gave Me.

I'd Love To Go Back To When We Played As Kids, But Things Change. And That's The Way It Is.

I Don't Want To Be A Role Model. I Just Want To Be Someone Who Says, This Is Who I Am, This Is What I Do, I Say What's On My Mind.

I See Myself As Real. Like I Mean If I Was The President I Would Have A Responsibility, Because People Put Me There. Nobody Put Me Here. They Just Buy My Records. They Wouldn't Buy My Records If My Records Wasn't Good. I'm Being Who I Am In The Record.