If You Believe In God, Believe In

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

Mama Raised A Hellraiser Why Cry, That's Just Life In The Ghetto, Do Or Die.

I'm Just As Guilty For Not Doing Anything As I Am For Doing Things. Not With Case (the 1994 Sexual Abuse Conviction), But Just My Life. I Was So Scared Of This Responsibility That I Was Running Away From It. But I See Now That Whether I Show Up For Work Or Not, The Evil Forces Are Going To Be At Me. They're Going To Come 100 Percent.

That Which Does Not Kill Me Can Only Make Me Stronger.

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.