I Thought I Had Friends But In

Before I Write I Let My Mind Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thing.

It's A Struggle For Every Young Black Man. You Know How It Is, Only God Can Judge Us.

Will I, Succeed, Paranoid From The Weed And Hocus Pocus, Try To Focus But I Can't See.

If You Believe In God, Believe In Death Row East.

I'm Not Perfect. But I'll Always Be Real