Now Don't You Ever Tell A Lie

Some Say The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Darker The Flesh Then The Deeper The Roots

Things Change That's The Way It Is.

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

That's What I Am, America's Nightmare. I Am What You Made Me, The Hate And Evil That You Gave Me.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.