To The People I Forgot, You Weren't

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.

Honestly, I'd Love To Be Remembered As One Of The Best To Ever Pick Up A Mic, But If I'm Doing My Part To Lessen Some Racial Tension I Feel Good About What I'm Doing.

When I Die, So Does Hip Hop.

Be A King? Think Not. Why Be A King When You Can Be A God?

I Truly Believe I May Be Getting Too Big For My Own Good.