If You Let A Person Talk Long

It Makes Me Unhappy When Brothers Make Babies And Leave A Young Mother To Be A Pappy.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Don't Support The Phonies, Support The Real

It Was Tough Sitting In Jail Listening To Jay Leno And Rush Limbaugh And Everybody Making Jokes About Me Getting Shot. And Watching The Media Report All Kinds Of Lies About Me, Like That I Got Raped In Jail. That Never Happened. But At Least While I Was Locked Down, All The Inmates Gave Me Props Encouragement, And So Did Lots Of Mothers And Kids, Who Wrote Me Letters Of Support.

Long Live The Rose That Grew From The Concrete When No One Else Ever Cared!