You Got To Constantly Be In Character.

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

Born Through Hard Times, Ghetto Child Of Mine. I Wonder If You Have To Suffer For Your Father's Crimes.

It Don't Stop 'til The Casket Drop.

In My Mind I'm A Blind Man Doin' Time.

Somebody Help Me, Tell Me Where To Go From Here Cause Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?