They Say It's The White Man I

Picture Perfect, I Paint A Perfect Picture Bomb The Hoochies Wit' Precision, My Intentions To Get Richer.

You Need To Hit The Door, Search For A New Guy. Cause I Only Got One Night In Town.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?