Mama Raised A Hellraiser Why Cry, That's

Only In Cali Where We Riot Not Rally To Live And Die In L.a. We Wearin Chucks Not Ballies (that's Right)

I'd Rather Die Like A Man, Than Live Like A Coward

No Thank You To All The Bustas, Cowards, And Fake Homies Who Showed Me The Depths Of Jealousy, Envy And Greed.

I'm Not Saying Girls Are Perfect, Because We All Know That's Not True. But Why Be Unfaithful To Her If She Was True To You.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.