Life Give To You What You Gave

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

Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies.

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

They Say It's The White Man I Should Fear, But It's My Own Kind Doin' All The Killin' Here.

My Homie Lost His Family And Snapped, Shot Up Half The Block To Bring Them Back.