Only God Can Judge Me.

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

It Was Hell, Hugging My Mama From A Jail Cell.

It Makes Me Unhappy When Brothers Make Babies And Leave A Young Mother To Be A Pappy.

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

It's Not Like I Idolize This One Guy Machiavelli. I Idolize That Type Of Thinking Where You Do Whatever's Gonna Make You Achieve Your Goal.