Niggaz Changelike The Weather Sposed To B Forever/ Cus Of Drugs Crackers Cant Even Be Together/N.Attleboro Dis Is Our Block No Gun Shotz Or Punk Cops/Sick Of Stressin.sick Of Being Told To Go To Hell/until I Change I Willwatch Muhself In Dis Same Jail Cell...



In My Mind A Blind Man Doing Jail Time Kicking Up A Ryme Aint No Crime/Is It A Crime To Fite For What Is Mine/or Is It A Crime To Kick Up A Nasty Ass Ryme/I Was Born In Hell And Died In Heaven Growing Up With Poor Friends Beggin And Stressing..



Its A Nasty Situation The Drama I Be Facin/when A Nigga Cant Afford A Vacation/Fuck What U Screaming Im Gold Heaven Dreaming/come Take A Slide Down To The Demon Side/ Born Perfect Till 13/Thats When Allthe Problems Came To Me/I Was Raised In Hell/Tell A Nigga A Secret And Never Tell*