Burnin' churches, fearin' God, Who can be so cruel, We all ignorant to AIDS, Till it happens to you.
I had a void, God. Filled with whores & with blunts. I ain't have choice God I was born in the slums
I wanna never have birth and fail as a father. I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana
You don't need too many people to be happy. Just a few real ones who appreciate you for who you are.
I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland. But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk.
Iraq is just like New York. It's just like Detroit. It's where people live and raise their families.
I don't sit under the tattoo gun unless I'm sold on it completely and it will define me as a person.