Little Brothers Ring Fingers Get Cut Up

I Grew Up In Marcy Projects In Brooklyn, And My Mom And Pop Had An Extensive Record Collection, So Michael Jackson And Stevie Wonder And All Of Those Sounds And Souls Of Motown Filled The House.

I Keep My Enemies Close/ I Give 'em Enough Rope/ They Put Themselves In The Air/ I Just Kick Away The Chair.

Everybody Look At You Strange, Say You Changed Like You Work That Hard To Stay The Same.

But This Is One Of The Things That Makes Rap At Its Best So Human. It Doesn't Force You To Pretend To Be Only One Thing Or Another, To Be A Saint Or A Sinner. It Recognizes That You Can Be True To Yourself And Still Have Unexpected Dimensions And Opposing Ideas. Having A Devil On One Shoulder And An Angel On The Other Is The Most Common Thing In The World. The Real Bullshit Is When You Act Like You Don't Have Contradictions Inside You, That You're So Dull And Unimaginative That Your Mind Never Changes Or Wanders Into Strange, Unexpected Places.

Ain't Nothin' Wrong With The Aim, Just Gotta Change The Target.