Of Course You Don't Want Your Kids

Sometimes I Feel Like Rap Music Is Almost The Key To Stopping Racism.

I Bully Myself Cause I Make Me Do What I Put My Mind To.

Sixty Sluts, All Of Them Dying From Asphyxia After They Sip Piss Through A Christopher Reeves Sippy Cup.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

My Father? I Never Knew Him. Never Even Seen A Picture Of Him.