It’s Just Me Against The World.

I'm Responsible For What I Did. I'm Not Responible For What Every Black Male Did. Yes! I Call Myself A Thug, Because I Grew Up In The Ghetto. And Im Still Standing.

They Wanna Bury Me Im Worried. Im Loosin My Mind Look Down The Barrel Of My Nine And My Visions Blurry. Fallen To Pieces Am I Guilty? I Pray To The Lord But His Laws Be Unfortunate Because Im Guilty.

I'll Probably Be Punished For Hard Living.

If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never Forget That God Isn't Finished With Me Yet. I Feel His Hand On My Brain... When I Write Rhymes, I Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thang.

Now The Baby's In The Trash Heap Balling.