All The Hennessy And Weed Can't Hide,

I'd Love To Go Back To When We Played As Kids, But Things Change. And That's The Way It Is.

Things Change That's The Way It Is.

I Was Looking For A Father, He Was Gone. I Hung Around With The Thugs, And Even Though They Sold Drugs, They Showed A Young Brother Love.

I Was Raised In The City, Shitty Ever Since I Was An Itty Bitty Kitty Drinkin' Liquor Out My Momma's Titty And Smokin' Weed Was An Everyday Thang In My Household, And Drinking Liquor Til' You Out Cold

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.