It's A Constant Man-ego-check Going On In

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.

When I Talk About Money. All You See Is The Struggle. When I Tell Ya, I'm Livin' Large, You Tell Me, Its Trouble.

In My Mind I'm A Blind Man Doin' Time.

Only In Cali Where We Riot Not Rally To Live And Die In L.a. We Wearin Chucks Not Ballies (that's Right)

Though Things Change, The Future's Still Inside Of Me.