You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide

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.

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

I Try To Find My Way In The World You Know, I Try To Be Somebody Instead Of Just, Make Money Off Of Everybody.

I Would Rather Have Been Shot Straight-up In Cold Blood-but To Be Set Up? By People Who You Trusted? That's Bad.

They Wanna Bury Me Im Worried. Im Loosin My Mind Look Down The Barrel Of My Nine And My Visions Blurry. Fallen To Pieces Am I Guilty? I Pray To The Lord But His Laws Be Unfortunate Because Im Guilty.