Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I

I Want You To Know Who I Am: What The Streets Taste Like, Feel Like, Smell Like. What The Cops Talk Like, Walk Like, Think Like. What Crackheads Do - I Wanted You To Smell It, Feel It. It Was Important To Me That I Told The Story That Way Because I Thought That It Wouldn't Be Told If I Didn't Tell It.

Act Your Age Don't Pretend To Be Older Than You Are Give Yourself Time To Grow

I Wanted To Say What Wasn't Being Said. I Wanted To Give People A Real Story. I Wanted People To Know People Like Me Exist In The World.

All On The Street, You Get Treated Like A Street Cat: "all Right, You've Been Eatin' Enough, You're Fat, Get Out Of The Way Now And Let Somebody Else Come By."

We're All Africans, Everyone - Black, White, Yellow.