I Know Death Follows Me, But I

Everything In Life Is Not All Beautiful, Not All Fun. There Is Lots Of Killing And Drugs.

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.

Why Am I Fighting To Live, If I Am Just Living To Fight Why Am I Trying To See. When There Aint Nothing In Sight Why Am I Trying To Give, When No One Gives Me A Try Why Am I Dying To Live, If I Am Just Living To Die?

I'm Tryin To Make A Dollar Out Of Fifteen Cents It's Hard To Be Legit And Still Pay Tha Rent

The Only Thing That Comes To A Sleeping Man Is Dreams.