the house I live in, I'm not the car I drive I'm not the job I work, You can't define my worth By nothing on God's green earth, my identity is found
Bless this house, O Lord we pray, Make it safe by night and day . . . Bless these walls so firm and stout, Keeping want and trouble out . . . Bless
the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed
