Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation,

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat. I Go With The Rhythm Of It And The Words Start To Come To My Mind And Those Words Could Be Based On Things That's Been On My Mind For The Past Year, The Past Month, The Past Week, Whatever; I Write It.

Whose World Is This? The World Is Yours.

I'm Proud To Be An American, No Matter What. But Amercian Culture Is Stale, You Know Wha I'm Saying ? We Keep Regurgitating The Same Sh*t. And It Ain't Exciting. I Seen It From When I Was A Kid Watching The Whole Sh*t. The Sh*t Was Exciting To Me.

It's Foul What This Money Could Do, Cash Corrupts The Loyal.

I Know You Think My Life Is Good 'cause My Diamond Piece, But My Life Been Good Since I Started Finding Peace.