I Never Killed Anybody, I Never Raped

Will I, Succeed, Paranoid From The Weed And Hocus Pocus, Try To Focus But I Can't See.

Even A Genius Has His Questions.

Don't Leave This World Without Giving It Your All.

I'm Not Thuggin' For Me, I'm Thuggin' For My Family, I Pay All The Bills, I Feed My Whole Family, Wrong Or Right, I Do And I Can't Stop.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?