While I was still a fetus...
I didnt know I was destined to be born a Thug Jesus.
A bastard with no father, cept he from above.
No mother to be there, to care, or show me love.
I wuz raised by the streets, the streets are all that I'm worth.
I wuz tortured and tormented by the prince of this earth.
But I held strong...
When life slapped me, I turned the other cheek.
I held on...
And told myself, just wait another week.
But years went by, and nothing changed.
I just let the anger build inside, and finally felt the pain.
I could not hide...
All of this happiness wuz a lie.
Every time I laughed, all I wanted wuz to cry.
And I...
Felt like I finally wanted to die.
So I...
Slit my wrists and let the blood of Christ fly.
But I... wuz ressurected.
God sent his angels to keep me protected.
Not forever, cuz God would seperate us from our lovers.
Thats why I'm drinkin Hennessy at the Last Supper.
This is for my brothers... crucified and doin time.
I put the verses of my life, in the Bible with a rhyme.

Very contraversial, but interesting nonetheless.