Tomorrow Comes After The Dark

Papa Wasn't Man Enough, Couldn't Stand Up To His Responsibilities. Instead Of Taking Care Of Me, He'd Rather Live Lavishly.

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.

My Cellmate's Raped On The Norm, And Passed Around The Dorm, You Can Hear His Asshole Getting Torn.

The Same Crime Element That White People Are Scared Of Black People Are Scared Of. While They Waiting For Legislation To Pass, We Next Door To The Killer. All Them Killers They Let Out, They're In That Building. Just Because We Black, We Get Along With The Killers? What Is That?

Gangsta Rap Is Dead. I've Moved On. And The Raps That I'm Rappin To My Community Shouldn't Be Filled With Rage? They Shouldn't Be Filled With Same Attrocities That They Gave Me? The Media They Don't Talk About It, So In My Raps I Have To Talk About It, And It Seems Foreign Because There's No One Else Talking About It.