I Pray That God Answers, Maybe I'll

Music Is Reflection Of Self.

Getting Clean Made Me Grow Up. I Feel Like All The Years That I Was Using Drugs, I Wasn't Growing As A Person.

You Beef Wit Me, I'm-a Even The Score Equally. Take You On Jerry Springer And Beat Your Ass Legally.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

My Thing Is This; If I'm Sick Enough To Think It, Then I'm Sick Enough To Say It.