If I Could Patent 'being Real', I

Goin Insane, Never Die, Live Eternal, Who Shall I Fear?

I Remember Crying All The Time. My Major Thing Growing Up Was I Couldn't Fit In. Because I Was From Everywhere, I Didn't Have No Buddies That I Grew Up With...every Time I Had To Go To A New Apartment, I Had To Reinvent Myself, Myself. People Think Just Because You Born In The Ghetto You Gonna Fit In. A Little Twist In Your Life And You Don't Fit In No Matter What. If They Push You Out Of The Hood And The White People's World, That's Criminal...hell, I Felt Like My Could Be Destroyed At Any Moment.

Let Me Say For The Record, I Am Not A Gangster And Never Have Been. I'm Not The Thief Who Grabs Your Purse. I'm Not The Guy Who Jacks Your Car. I'm Not Down With People Who Steal And Hurt Others. I'm Just A Brother Who Fights Back. I'm Not Some Violent Closet Psycho. I've Got A Job. I'm An Artist.

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

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.