As Wars Come And Go, My Soldier

Questions For The Lord, Why He Don't Like Me, Guard My Soul, Though My Life Was Hard With No Remorse.

It's Kinda Hard To Be Optimistic, When Your Homies Lying Dead On The Pavement Twisted.

Why Am I Dying To Live If I'm Just Living To Die.

Some Say The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Darker The Flesh Then The Deeper The Roots

I'm Tired Of Being A Nice Guy, I've Been Poor All My Life, But Don't Know Quite Why.