People Look To Me To Do Things

Oh Lord, Help Me Change My Ways, Show A Litlle Mercy On Judgement Day, It Aint Me I Was Raised This Way, Never Let Em' Play Me For A Busta, Makin' Hell For A Huslter.

Dying On The Inside, But Outside You're Looking Fearless

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

If You Can Make It Through The Night, There's A Brighter Day.

And I Hope I'm Forgiven For Thug Livin When I Die.