Now The Baby's In The Trash Heap

Gangsta Rap Is Dead. I've Moved On. And The Raps That I'm Rappin To My Community Shouldn't Be Filled With Rage? They Shouldn't Be Filled With Same Attrocities That They Gave Me? The Media They Don't Talk About It, So In My Raps I Have To Talk About It, And It Seems Foreign Because There's No One Else Talking About It.

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.

Before I Write I Let My Mind Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thing.

Though Are Hands Are Chained Like They Are, They Haven't Taken Music From Us Yet. So That's How I'll Fight. People Tell Me Don't Quit Like Everyone Else. I Wont Have No Fear.

Questions For The Lord, Why He Don't Like Me, Guard My Soul, Though My Life Was Hard With No Remorse.