The Only Time I Have

Behind Every Sweet Smile, There Is A Bitter Sadness That No One Can Ever See And Feel.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Even Though I'm Marked For Death, I'ma Spark Till I Lose My Breath

Now The Baby's In The Trash Heap Balling.

God Damn! Drug Dealers Dealin' To The Kiddies, Livin' In The City Ain't No Pity On The Itty-bitty. We Try To Cry, But Still They All Die, I Try To Speak To The Youth, And The Truth Is: They All High.