Sometimes I Sit And Look At Life

It Was Hell, Hugging My Mama From A Jail Cell.

My First Words Was Thug For Life And Papa Pass The Mack

If You Believe In God, Believe In Death Row East.

When My Mama Asks Me Will I Ever Change, I Tell Her Yeah... But It's Clear I Will Always Be The Same Until The End Of Time.

I Exist In The Depths Of Solitude Pondering My True Goal Trying 2 Find Peace Of Mind And Still Preserve My Soul