It Don't Stop 'til The Casket Drop.

Burnin' Churches, Fearin' God, Who Can Be So Cruel, We All Ignorant To Aids, Till It Happens To You.

Expose Foes Wit My Hocus Pocus Flows, They Froze Now Suckas Idolize My Chosen Blows

I Am Not A Perfectionist, But Still I Seek Perfection. I Am Not A Great Romantic, But Yet I Yearn 4 Affection

A Lot Of People, Black, White, Mexican, Young Or Old, Fat Or Skinny Have A Problem Being True To They Self. They Have A Problem Looking In The Mirror And Looking Directly Into Their Own Souls. Only Reason I Am Who I Am Today Is Because I Can Look Directly Into My Face And Find My Soul

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.