Keys to ignition, use at your discretion/Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection/Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin, Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons

Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails/In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?

Heavenly Father I'm a soldier/ I'm gettin hotter cuz the world's gettin colder/ baby let me hold ya

Now I was raised as a young black male/In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales

I was thinking too damn much to be careful. When I stabbed my key in the lock and turned it there was a momentary catch in the tumblers before it went all the …

The Deer don't dine When a Wolf's about, And the Porcupine Sticks his quill-points out.

We were about to board the planes for the flight back to the United States. Jim Jones didn't want us to leave, at least not alive. A tractor trailer loaded wit…