Even As A Dope Fiend Mama. You

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

How Can I Be A Man If There Is No Role Model?

And I... Started Off Dumb, Raised By The Hoodrats, Listen To The Radio Wishin That I Could Rap.

I'm 23 Years Old. I Might Just Be My Mother's Child, But In All Reality, I'm Everybody's Child. Nobody Raised Me; I Was Raised In This Society.

God Damn! Drug Dealers Dealin' To The Kiddies, Livin' In The City Ain't No Pity On The Itty-bitty. We Try To Cry, But Still They All Die, I Try To Speak To The Youth, And The Truth Is: They All High.