Set Me Up, Wet Me Up, Niggas

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.

The Thing That Bothers Me Is That It Seems Like All The Sensitive Stuff I Write Just Goes Unnoticed . . . The Media Doesn't Get Who I Am At All. Or Maybe They Just Can't Accept It. It Doesn't Fit Into Those Negative Stories They Like To Write. I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Is Moved By A Song Like Don Mclean's "vincent," That One About Van Gogh. The Lyric On That Song Is So Touching. That's How I Want To Make My Songs Feel. Take "dear Mama" - I Aimed That One Straight For My Homies' Heartstrings.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.

I'm Tryin To Make A Dollar Out Of Fifteen Cents It's Hard To Be Legit And Still Pay Tha Rent

We Ain't Meant To Survive, Cause It's A Setup, And Even Though You're Fed Up, Huh, Ya Got To Keep Your Head Up.