My Rights, My Wrongs, I Write ‘til

Although The Butterfly And The Caterpillar Are Completely Different, They Are One And The Same.

The Sky Is Falling, The Wind Is Calling Stand For Something, Or Die In The Morning

I Went Back And Studied The Game, Was A Student Of The Game And Worked On My Craft And Dedicated Myself, You Know? A Lot Of My Music Revolves Around Me Growing Up In Compton. I Want To Tell A Different Story That's Never Been Told Before, Of A Good Kid In A Mad City.

I Can Be Calm And Reflective From Time To Time And Other Times I Can Have A Burst Of Energy, That's Just Me.

Once I Looked In The Mirror And Decided This Is Who I Am, And I'm Not Scared Of Who I Am, And I'm Not Scared That I Can't Be Like You, And I'm Good With Just Doing Me, That's When I Found Myself, As A Man.