If You Could Walk A Mile In

Don't Believe Everything You Hear: Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies

Thug Life To Me Is Dead.

No Longer Living In Fear, My Pistol Close In Hand, Convinced This Is My Year.

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

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.