Sometimes I Sit And Look At Life

If You're A Black Man, They Really Call You Out And Have You Deal With Them.

When An Angel Comes Down And Takes Me Away, Memories Of Me And My Songs Will Always Stay Until The End Of Time

Our Unborn Never Got To Grow, Never Got To See What's, Next, In This World Full Of Countless Threats.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Trust Me I Never Lose. Either I Win Or Learn From It