Thug Life To Me Is Dead.

I'm Used On Every Level. I Have No Friends. I Have No Resting Place. I Never Sleep. I Can Never Close My Eyes. It's Horrible.

Did You Hear About The Rose That Grew From A Crack In The Concrete? Proving Nature's Laws Wrong, It Learned To Walk Without Having Feet. Funny, It Seems To By Keeping It's Dreams; It Learned To Breathe Fresh Air. Long Live The Rose That Grew From Concrete When No One Else Even Cared.

When I Die And They Come For Me Bury Me A G.

I Am Not A Perfectionist, But Still I Seek Perfection. I Am Not A Great Romantic, But Yet I Yearn 4 Affection

If You Could Walk A Mile In My Shoes You'd Be Crazy Too.