God first, family second/
The music's a blessin'/
Sayin' it from line/
And if I ain't Will and I'm flyin'/ The lessons of a ghetto kid, Sleepin' in fiends cribs where everybody keeps dyin'/
And everybody's takin' nobody gives in science/
The signs make sense in the times we tempt/
Fell in cryin' to the bitch/
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Harm's in the walls of school where the tactic' to lose/
Cuz we been slaves ever since they make us follow the rules/ Minorities in hell, majorities in jail/
My rappers is actors, never been on the block, I can tell/ Braggin' and false flaggin'/
Lil' faggots/
You got some bail for my homies? See, George(President Bush) you ain't nothin' like Willie cuz you phoney/
I'm on him/
You don't want no drama, drama/
You talkin' to niggas that ain't got no momma or they fuckin' fathers/
So don't bother my people with that evil sh*t and evil with tempt for fame, lame/
Read books and go get some game/