Now The Baby's In The Trash Heap

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.

Maybe In Time You'll Understand Only God Can Save Us.

You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide With Us.

Picture Perfect, I Paint A Perfect Picture Bomb The Hoochies Wit' Precision, My Intentions To Get Richer.

Nobody Should Be Hitting Lotto For 36 Million Dollars When We Got People Starving In The Streets. That Is Not Idealistic, That's Just Real. That Is Just Stupid. There's No Way Michael Jackson, Or Whoever Should Have Thousands, Millions, Billions Of Dollars And We Got People Broke With Two-three Jobs And Still Can't Pay Bills On Time. There's No Way! No Way These People Should Have Planes When People Don't Have Houses, Apartments, Shacks, Drawers, Pants!!!