[Interlude: The D.O.C.]

Lord please can you bless my momma, take her away pleas

So she sees; her only son that she so loved get off his knees

See I'm so tired, I came so far and all I want is what she needs

This is my prayer, my true confessions of my soul that evil deeds

But it was, perfect intentions though wit' twin brothers just really competitions, no

Reason to put my people through these changes

Lives wasted my friends are all strangers

And all along all I could think of was if I could bust

I know it's selfish on my part but still I hold trust

And hold faith, a whole state can help me find the voice I lack

The state is Texas and they'll say D.O.C. is back