I Finally Understand For A Woman It

I Rap About Fighting Back. I Make It Uncomfortable By Putting Details To It. It Might Not Have Been Politically Correct But I've Reached Somebody; They Relating To Me. They Relate To The Brutal Honesty In The Rap.

I'm Just As Guilty For Not Doing Anything As I Am For Doing Things. Not With Case (the 1994 Sexual Abuse Conviction), But Just My Life. I Was So Scared Of This Responsibility That I Was Running Away From It. But I See Now That Whether I Show Up For Work Or Not, The Evil Forces Are Going To Be At Me. They're Going To Come 100 Percent.

Unless We Share With Each Other We Gotta Start Makin' Changes

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed, And Shells. Just In Case.