If You Could Walk A Mile In

So Much Pressure In This Life Of Mine, I Cry At Times, I Once Contemplated Suicide And Woulda Tried, But When I Held That Nine, All I Could See Was My Mama's Eyes, No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble, Not Knowing It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

I Can't Give Up. It's A Rap Thang. And I Ain't Goin Back To The Crack Game.

Driving By My Ambitions, Desire Higher Positions, To See Eternally And My Mission, To Be More Than Just A Rap Musician.