Before I Write I Let My Mind

It Was Hell, Hugging My Mama From A Jail Cell.

Make Me Wanna Kill Myself, But I See Death Around The Corner.

I Worked Hard All My Life As Far As This Music Business. I Dreamed Of The Day When I Could Go To New York And Feel Comfortable And They Could Come Out Here And Be Comfortable.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble. Not Knowing It's Hard To Carry On When, No One Loves You.