of our own Gangs, Crack, Racism, and many people don't have hope It probably don't matter much to you In the struggles, the time that we live But,
life on the inside, kill me, beat me, break my bones, Already gave up my life, you'll never have my soul Give credit to the on who paid for your crimes
goodbyes, then you leave me alone So what do I do accept it and carry on? Or release my anger, until it's gone Show you and this world exactly how I feel death
on this microphone you know I make myself clear With the power, with the love with the boldness Look in my eyes and remember wo told you this Payable on Death
