The Third Always Speaks The Unspeakable Words.

My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers, Thugs, And Killers.

They Say It's The White Man I Should Fear, But It's My Own Kind Doin' All The Killin' Here.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

God, When I Was Alone, And Had Nothing, I Asked For A Friend To Help Me Bear The Pain, No One Came, Except God, When I Needed A Breath To Rise, From My Sleep, No One Could Help Me.. Except God, When All I Saw Was Sadness, And I Needed Answers, No One Heard Me, Except God, So When I'm Asked.. Who I Give My Unconditional Love To? I Look For No Other Name, Except God

No Longer Living In Fear, My Pistol Close In Hand, Convinced This Is My Year.