This is a song about "Nigger die s alone"

Much fun growin up all alone.

That he dont even own

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

My pockets got paper on paper

I just feel so alone

I jive like bone

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Sometimes i need to be alone...

So don't follow me home

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy