I think about life mentally.
I think about life in the penitentiary.
I think of what life meant to me,
then I think of what God said to me.
I think of the world and life
and how we’re not living it right,
and how I lost family to stray
bullets every other night.
And I can’t stand to bare
the sign that said beware,
’cause most of these kids are scared–
so I might just move to Delaware.