Death Or Success Is What I Quest,

After A Long Day Of Trying, To Make My Songs Pay, Making Love All Day Against The Wall In The Hallway.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.

Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty, No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles Ive Survived, Praying Hard For Better Days Promised To Hold On Me And My Dogs Aint Have A Choice But To Hold On.

I Am Society’s Child. This Is How They Made Me And Now I’m Sayin’ What’s On My Mind And They Don’t Want That. This Is What You Made Me, America.

Don't Cry Through Your Dispair.